Death Vision
Deep sleep wrapped me in its majestic arms tight.
Hold thrust me into a darkened hole quite vast.
Ambling forward, I see a faint pinhole light,
luminosity enhances view to last.
Finally, shaft opened up to beauty bright,
and not once did dark feelings take me aghast.
He towered on a modest, small, grassy mound.
Overpowering peace - calm was all around.
Brilliant white glow surrounded His hooded frame.
A radiant halo crowned His covered head.
Who was He? He did not offer me His name.
What He did next was all I needed instead.
Through our minds, He spoke words to lastly proclaim,
That it was not my time; is all He had said.
Elevating His arms away from each side,
My eyes opened, yet certain I must have died.
06/19/24
Copyright © Caryl Muzzey | Year Posted 2024
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