The Light
I am not sure what my last hour will look like
Although I have a fairly good idea,
As I’ve sat at many people’s side as they lived their last hour.
As the spirit starts to leave the body, the spark dulls in your eyes,
You seem to be somewhere between worlds, Talking to others that seem to be waiting but
they can’t be seen by anyone in this world. While many may think you are confused, in fact,
you are preparing to pass to the other side. These people that you are talking to
are usually family that have previously passed on. They wait to guide you into the light and
across into heaven. All people tend to experience the same near-death activity, picking a
covers and moving hands and often talking to the awaiting people. This is all very calming to
the dying person and I only hope that when my last hour is here, I hope my family is there
waiting to guide me into the light.
Written July 21, 2011
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