An Angels Face

An Angel's Face 

There she was, lost between starched white sheets 
feeding tubes inserted heart monitors in place 
The family was outside in the hallway praying 
while mom held her hand and sang to her 

Then in the softness of a whispered prayerful hour 
the machine began to beep  and all hell broke loose
Doctors and nurses rushed to her side, stark sober   
as a dying child left, mom staggered a cry "please " 

Paddles were set in place as everyone prayed  
not a sound was uttered from our lips as we waited 
Meanwhile in heaven the peek of an angel's face 
brought down a house of angels as the heart stopped 

There she lay tangled up between life and death 
one filament chord detached and up she went 
When she saw her mother's tears , she returned 
with all the courage one could  muster, 

She squeezed back into her broken body, 
and lived....
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Goldsmith Avatar
July 4, 2022 at 12:36 PM
A wonderful write/picture. Love your ending, "She squeezed back into her broken body, and lived..." That said it all. Have a blessed day...............
Seeker Avatar
July 4, 2022 at 4:24 AM
I’m sure she’d be able to share visions of unconditional love and light from her NDE, as an inspiration for her parents. YouTube has several NDE channels ~ The Jeff Mara podcast is a popular one.
Buhagiar Avatar
July 4, 2022 at 3:26 AM
How glad i am that the girl survived. May God be with her always. Hugs xx
Kalita Avatar
July 3, 2022 at 1:27 PM
The oxymoron metaphors of life and death are so well presented with sensitive vibes... Silpika
Rose  Avatar
July 3, 2022 at 2:26 PM
Yes Life and Death always up to the creator, never that easy to make that choice sometimes, thank you for reading.
Jones Avatar
July 3, 2022 at 12:57 PM
Beautifully written. Engaging and heart tugging.
Rose  Avatar
July 3, 2022 at 2:26 PM
It is always sad when I young one gets sick
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