I floated in a tunnel to face Eternity,
Jesus was near, the Lord awaiting me.
I felt a warmth an orange-red glow;
Voices, "Come with us it's time to go!"
A loving hand held and was guiding me,
In the tunnel loved ones beckoned you see.
Leading me to the entrance to heaven;
And there were Angel's there!
Pleading, "Come with us who care!"
And I in faith followed,
My soul, for my body was far below.
But then but for mortal indecision,
I shouted out, "It's not my time to go!"
As I live now this life after death,
I have no fear of death and dying.
For I have seen beyond heaven's gate;
I know beyond the entrance my Father waits.
A new revision of an old poem. Revised many times.
The first time written the day after my journey began
Many miracles have happened since that night. Five
Grandchildren. Poetry books written. November 17Th
Fifty years of marriage. On the day I floated up
and into the tunnel. Looked back and my young wife
was screaming, trying to bring me back to breathing.
It was too real to be a dream.I was too aware if what
was going on. But I had not heard of Life After Death.
The next Doctors appointment was an annual checkup.
the Doctor said, "When did you have your heart attack?"
Scar tissue showing I had a massive heart attack.
I had assumed it had to have been a dream.I had never
been interested in poetry. Early forties poems flowed.
Life After Death was the first. I wrote it down on paper
towels.The Littlest Angel was my second poem. I had
no idea where that poem came from, until we vacationed
In San Francisco. On Lombard street I drove by where
my mother lived as an orphan. Then I knew who the
Littlest Angel in my poem had to be. One Angel beckoning
me was my Mother all ready in heaven. Next to her a young
girl. One I had not seen since I was eleven years old. Long
forgotten. My love of children well known. I held this
girl in my lap while our parents talked and I read her
nursery rhymes. When we had to go she said, "Dandy don't
go I love you!" I said, "When you grow up I will come
back and marry you. I had no idea she was dying of
Leukemia. A month of so after we returned a letter came
in the mail. My mother was crying "The little girl you
held so precious. We did not tell you she was dying.
Last week she died. Her mother said he last words were,
Tell Dandy I will wait for him in heaven." I don't expect
anyone to believe this but it is true. There are several
of my poems about the littlest Angel who waits for me.