My soul rises,
My body on the ground.
It rises above those clouds.
I see the kingdom,
The one to house me until the years of peace.
My soul stops,
Then rips me in another direction.
Backwards
I go.
I can’t turn around,
The kingdom gets smaller and smaller.
Then I feel his holly glow,
I see the lighted Jesus.
“Am I dead?” I ask,
Not sure if I ever made a noise.
“Dead? Surely not,” I get in return,
My soul rips downwards.
“See you later,” I hear as I go,
The blue sky rushing past me.
I feel my limbs now,
As I’m set back into my body.
I hear the siren,
An ambulance arrives.
They ask me questions,
Treating my wounds on the way to the hospital.
I give a smile,
One gasps.
“Dead? No,” I rasp out,
Holding that smile.
