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Brush with death

Contributed by matts_sweetie_04 on Sunday, 26th September 2004 @ 02:44:24 PM in AEST
Topic: spiritual



I am floating up toward the sky.
I see all the stars as I pass by.
I reach my destination.
The big man who is the "boss" asks me if I have a reservation.
I smile and say yes I must since I am here.
The "boss" laughs and says I am sorry but it is not your time, my dear.
He tells me to close my eyes and picture where I was last.
I close my eyes and focus on the past.
I see myself in a hospital bed surrounded by my family and boyfriend as I strugle to keep my eyes open.
I am lying there almost lifless and broken.
You tell me to open my eyes.
I open them yet in my head I stil hear my parents and boyfriend's pleadings and cries.
The "boss" tells me everything will be okay as he puts his hand on my head.
I close my eyes and when I open them I am back in the hospital bed.
Everyone is happy that I am ok but I realize that I had just died but God spared me.
I want to share my experience but they wont understand, they wont be able to see.
It is okay though because I just recieved the greatest gift from God "the boss".
I recieved the gift of life and that is something to great to toss.




Copyright © matts_sweetie_04 ... [ 2004-09-26 14:44:24]
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Re: Brush with death (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 26th September 2004 @ 03:40:06 PM AEST
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that poem is both sweet and creepy at the same time.


Re: Brush with death (User Rating: 1 )
by alexb on Wednesday, 17th November 2004 @ 09:42:37 AM AEST
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beautiful beautiful poem..........but scary at the same time




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