I Died

My fate past death and judgment of my soul stirs up deep thoughts more often as I age. Will promises beyond life's final stage, well-shaped by faith, grant Heaven as my goal? I dream I died- the darkness is so still- but suddenly swirls into beams aglow that sweeps me up on rays of boundless flow into the mist of God's almighty Will. With Him, I feel dear loved ones and their glee embrace my soul, and with no voice- appear to speak in silence, sensing my replies- as angel spirits too, now welcome me. I wake at peace with closure to my fear. With God, I'll be, as my strong faith implies. May 2, 2023 For A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE no 1213 Poetry Contest NA Judged: 05/03/2023

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John Watt

Date: 5/2/2023 8:06:00 PM

These thoughts do present themselves more as we age and draw nearer to that final portal. I found myself resonating with so much of what you wrote; the joy of being in God's presence, being welcomed by angels, and reuniting with loved ones. I feel this deserved a placement in the contest, nevertheless I was very pleased to read it tonight ~ John

Sandra Haight
Date: 5/3/2023 8:02:00 AM

John, thank you so much for visiting my poem and leaving your very uplifting comment. I did not enter this poem in Craig's contest, I only wrote it has an exercise, but then decided to post it yesterday for Brian Strand's contest. I am very pleased that you could identify with my thoughts. Sandra