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The Reality So long ago on that darkest day of devils' dreary time in the reaper's very hour he plied the darkness possessing illusionary power, an omnipotent mirage powerful only for the fear it generates, he came for me... But, into the arms of angels I fell and as my heart ceased beating I sat on angel laps As clear as spring I heard them say, "It's not your time as yet-" So on that day of fate in 1973 the heavenly angels weren't quite ready for me Surgeons said adrenalin was the miracle drug that day which luckily pulled me through but once youve touched an angel you'll trust the light and know what's true 39 years later that same life taking reaper reappeared This time he left me alone as he reached for my son every parent's worst nightmarish fear My son squeezed the hands of angels as he fell into God's great grasp He was basking in the angels glow and shadow before his body even passed Some may doubt and disbelieve oh they of little faith yet for threre eternal minutes in 73 I heard the angels sing as I stood at heaven's gate It's only at the very top you'll find the thickest cream the reality's my son's eternal life It's we who must suffer through the dream! \ |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2012-07-31 11:56:07
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Such a sweet and bittersweet story. Faith has the currency to counter the despair that sometimes accosts us.
Your piece recalled to me a book I recently read of a child lost to death who returned. It was called -the boy who came back from heaven- As is all such for the open eyed, it contained fascinating information.
Of your loss, I recall your earlier post and enjoin with you in the composition and celebration of the child, and the father.
I believe, there is a strength in this piece and you should work the meter a bit. It is an amazing read that would welcome a smoother flow. Of the comparison of your experience long ago and your new sorrow, there is a present flow allowing us to feel with you the impact of your loss. It is both a powerful witness and tribute.
Thank you for again sharing a moment of your life and faith with me.