One of the Chosen
Gallagher never expected a heavenly welcome
For he was not religious, nor spiritual.
He thought dead was well,
Dead.
His death was unexpected, he was young,
Invincible, not anywhere near death
Until it came and got him
Two weeks past his twenty-second birthday
A loud angry horn blasted.
His eyes popped awake
In time to see the semi barreling down on his car
It might have been better if he had stayed asleep
He woke up in a field but felt exhausted
So returned to his sleeping place.
Many angels surrounded him but he did not know it
He was unaware
When he was ready, he followed his instincts
Into a wilderness of a forest
There were violets and mushrooms
The smells were heavenly
At the end of the walk someone took his hand
It was Jesus; this amazed him
I never believed, he said.
Yes, you always did, Jesus reminded him.
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