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.