An Angel knocked upon my door, <br />I could not understand what for, <br />And in a soft sweet voice he said, <br />Do you realise that you are dead! <br />I replied, I did not think it so, <br />But then again how could I know. <br />How was I to believe this news, <br />Yet he was not wearing any shoes, <br />And he was floating around my place, <br />With a beaming smile upon his face. <br />I sort of thought that he may be right, <br />Something strange had happened in the night. <br />For I had felt myself begin to rise <br />Up from my bed. Maybe my demise! <br />He turned and placed together his palms, <br />Then opened up his slender arms, <br />And taking my hand he flew with me, <br />Into God’s heavenly eternity. <br /> <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-could-not-understand/
