January 1st 2025
Miracle man
A hinder look see’s the year 2024 fade from view,
today I contemplate what 2025 might have in store.
I recount unpleasant past days, more than a few,
but now, archived in history, they’re a closed door.
As I pray for improved times to enrich my being,
I’m also asking God to make of me, a better person.
Also to bring world change from what I’m seeing,
knowing each passing year the days will worsen.
floats made of roses
kaleidoscopic colors
~ flowers in poses
January 1st 2017
Written: by Miracle Man
1-1-2020
Today’s my third anniversary,
since being declared clinically dead.
January first has since held,
mixed feelings for me instead.
Today, I’m unable to look back,
recalling this time with glee.
But God had plans for my life,
that I couldn’t foresee.
Doctors called me miracle man,
which calmed my fears.
My Cardiologist called me Lazarus,
which still induces tears.
“My story is HIS glory,”
of HIS power through me.
God’s force in my life,
Is not hyperbole.
But whatever the reason,
God has let me hang around.
I’m thankful in knowing,
I’ll be Heaven bound.
January 1st 2017
By: Miracle Man
10-21-2018
It was January 1st and God had my day planned,
This day, at my door, the Grim Reaper would stand.
For I was in the throes of Sudden Cardiac Arrest,
And only eight percent survive this harrowing test.
God averted my death by the dread “Widow Maker,”
Now, to oblige my Doctors I’m a daily note taker.
What I’m now allowed to eat I wolf down unflavored,
But despite all this, I feel blessed and most favored.
A fresh start,
A new year;
A bold heart,
Prize good cheer.
Style a smile,
Work wit well;
Glimpse grand miles,
Time will tell.
On your way,
Seek clear light;
Live fine play,
Set fond sight.
Dare to live,
Wise words sum;
Love now gives,
Health that comes.
Monday art:
New year breeze;
In your heart,
Watch love squeeze.
Go forth now,
Dear soul kind;
Joy endows,
Love aligns.
Feel and see:
Cast new thoughts;
You can be:
Love’s grand plot.
Leon Enriquez
01 January 2018
Singapore
January 1st 2017
St. Francis Hospital
Sudden Cardiac Arrest
Written: by Miracle Man
8/4/2017
Sixteen bags dangled from a medical drip frame,
Each dripping liquids for prolonging my survival;
Now, as days pass by a question lingers the same,
Why from the throes of death came my revival.
Everything had to be perfect and each in its place,
A window of five minutes, I’m told, existed for me.
Were I not at the hospital, and but for God’s grace,
I’d not be here today but be counted an absentee.
I believe for each happening God has His reason,
And yet I find myself struggling for some resolute.
I know that for all things there exists a season,
Was it for my testimony on my remaining route?
Doctors and Nurses at the Hospital referred to me
As The Protected One or Miracle Man
I dedicate this to the giver of life
And all those who had a hand in extending mine;
Tom
My list is long today.
But the voice says sleep --
Don't engage,
Don't create,
Don't make the bed --
Sleep
Begone sunshine.
My mind falls to empty thought --
Is this dementia?
Will my mind curl up
and sleep to death?
Will I follow my mother into the depths
of lost thought and fabricated reality?
Will I know my husband
when I see him again?
Will I even find him?
Sleep
The depression lulls me back into myself
dulling the memory of lost tomorrows,
begun today,
nine years ago.