Near Death Experience

There are those who scoff at near death experiences but I happen to disagree.
I was born on my parent's farm in Indiana and around about the age of three,
I contracted a very serious case of scarlet fever and nearly "bought the farm!"
But due to the fervent prayers of my folks to the One Who can ease all alarm,
(And, of course the doctor's care - they made house calls in the "olden" days!),
I survived that scary situation and I shall ever give to Him the praise!
Perhaps He saw some redeeming value in me and wanted to keep me aroun',
So I've tried to walk the straight and narrow - I hope I haven't let Him down!
It was during that malady that I had the mysterious encounter with death, 
And was later told that I had nearly breathed my final breath.
I saw that long gray tunnel spiraling heavenward and at the top a light,
The most unearthly and brilliant light I'll every see, so very, very bright!
I would defy those who make light (so to speak) of this mystical event.
After all, what three-year old child would have pre-knowledge of what it meant?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Johnson Avatar
June 13, 2010 at 2:18 PM
Is this a true experience Robert? I know sometimes we take for granted that they are when we well know that poets are free to write of imaginatory situations. Thank you for your comments on my poem while I was among the missing. Wonderful poem you wrote here and I hope it is true. i am always looking for signs. Love, Joyce
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June 13, 2010 at 11:50 AM
Thnx for leaving comments on my writes, Robert! And for the encouraging words...mean a lot to me..Jimmy
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June 13, 2010 at 9:16 AM
Awesome experience Robert. I've been granted similar experiance. One in which I was in a narrow hallway leading toward the soft glow of heavenly light. I saw saints in the hallway in transit upward. Some I recognized and some I didn't. Our inner essence is the higher essence of the Agape power of God and ourselves. I didn't see "Your Pain At the Pump", Robert. Thanks for your gracious comments. Agape, Moses
White Avatar
June 13, 2010 at 7:13 AM
Bless you- and bless your service for our country- probably made THE difference- I saw the bright light down a long tunnel in my innocence- I was spared also? Smiles my friend
Kendrick Avatar
June 13, 2010 at 4:30 AM
Great narrative that again reminds us that there is life after death and that some are able to tell of those experiences...I had an experience when I was young mother...I remember not wanting to come back from that wonderful place but I had to come to rear my children...These experiences gives one a whole new perspective about life...Keep the creative pen flowing..Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my work...Sara
Dietrich Avatar
June 12, 2010 at 11:36 PM
a very interesting and incredible story, Robert. Thanks for sharing it. LUv, Andrea
Haick Avatar
June 12, 2010 at 7:49 PM
Incredible story which I believe. ..They say it's the brain waves or something that causes this but they can't explain why some people see inpenetrable darkness and after, feel it necessary to change their lifestyle...A definite winner...Pls read my first Blog and leave a comment when you have some time, Robert..And thanks for sharing this..Peace, Audrey
Taylor Avatar
June 12, 2010 at 7:42 PM
Wow that must have been scary especially for a three year old. Prayers were answered. Thanks for your comments. I was reviewing contest winners and noticed you had a couple of HM's and a few placements including one first place winner. Many, many Kudos to you Sir. Your poems are all winners to me. All the best to you and yours - luv Ralph/Una Good luck in the contest.
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June 12, 2010 at 6:19 PM
Well done, Bob enjoyed your poem,..p.d.
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