Body and Soul

As I was walking down a road, Engrossed in thought that day. I never even heard the car, That took my life away. It ran my body over, While I just stood and stared. To die today I hadn’t planned, And I was not prepared. I looked about, for I had heard, A tunnel should appear, For me to walk into the light, Now free from all my fear. But I wasn’t any different, I did not grow my wings. Horns didn’t spring out from my head, I checked for all these things. So what was I supposed to do, I couldn’t just stand there? So I went to see my body, Was it broke beyond repair? It was then I saw the silver cord, A shiny slender thread. It joined my solar plexus, To the ‘me’ that lay there dead. Then I thought I saw ‘me’ moving. In that instant things went black. And I found myself now lying, At the roadside on my back. It’s been some time, and now I’m well, A memory of the past, But I’ll not forget the moment, That I thought had been my last. Though torn out from my body, I remained myself, and whole. In that moment I discovered, My life-force was in my soul. My death taught me a lesson, As only ‘dying’ does. But I wonder where I’d be today, Had that car been a bus! Ivor G Davies