I have felt Death calling my name - <br />From the damp warmth of ceasing <br />To the cold resolve of reaching finality. <br />My crumpled body rest at His holy feet. <br />And Angels looked down upon my soul. <br /> <br />With life growing inside of me, He knew – <br />It was not to be, for life was still full for me. <br />Pain filled me as They returned to the heavens. <br />And people bustled about disturbing my serenity. <br />Don’t cry, you’re not alone, I heard them say. <br /> <br />Will I ever walk again, I wondered to myself. <br />And my Angel appeared and held my tender hand – <br />Encased by sterile and cold walls, I prayed to Him <br />Would He hear me, for I was new to this prayer? <br />Now is the time to believe – please forgive me. <br /> <br />Bruised and battered I lay in waiting for the news. <br />My Mother’s Day gift not soon enough to arrive - <br />A broken back and pelvis, but also a child on the way. <br />And a month on my back and rest would keep us safe. <br />Not one, but two miracles after Death called my name. <br /> <br /> <br />http: //allpoetry.com/poem/4554719<br /><br />Kim Schilling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-called-my-name/
