As it happened, I was at death's door.
With death welcoming me in.
I cry out saying, "I am not ready to die".
I could see the doctors working on me.
I could see and hear friends and family,
Crying over me.
I said to death, "Let me be".
I am not ready for thee.
I want to live.
His Hand just pointed to the door.
Which I knew was life no more.
Go away death, I am not ready for thee.
Then I heard a sweet voice’
From above, "Let her be,
For it is not her time".
As I looked around to see
Who was speaking
For me
I beheld a face,
From the past,
There was my daddy.
Who had long since,
Passed though death's
Door.
"Go back to life my child", he said,
"For it is not your time,
There is more for you
To do and to learn."
(c) Rose Patrick April 14,2003
All Rights Reserved
Author notes
Written April 14th, 2003
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A contest entry
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This was truly one of your best. I think the topic was easy for you for some reason. The grammar was great!! I am so proud of you. I really appreciate you entering this one. Excellent job!!!
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This is most indepth and an amazing story.
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the two nde's i've had that i'm willing to talk about were nothing like this - i mean, no interaction with anything or anyone.
my first was when i was fourteen. i was hit by a car and "slammed" into an impenetrable darkness. all there was in that sightless, weightless void were a few streaks of light and a sort of roaring sound. but, the void itself was all consuming, and i had no power to do anything about it. it was like being sucked into a blackhole. i must have been there for weeks, months, before i came to again -- just in time to come around as the car was backing off of me. it drove off, i even sprang up and chased after it for a few feet, until i realized how mangled my body was. it was a hit and run, i was a pedestrian.
the second was entirely different. i was a runaway sixteen year old hitch-hiking the highways. i had a sleeping bag. one very cold night in southern utah i found a place to rest a little ways off a highway. it was snowing. i thought i slept through the night and woke up the next day. i remember bits and pieces of waking up and feeling cooooooolllllllld, miserably cold. eventually the sun came out and warmed my sleeping bag. i got up and caught a ride, feeling pretty dizzy and unusual. when i came to the next town again, i discovered a week had passed. the snow storm lasted a week. -
oh hun this one just gave me shivers all through me, like I could hear the words and see the vision. An excellent write for sure and the background with that door is just the perfect touch to open the mind to the imagery. wow!
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thats amazing! ive had a pretty near death experience myself - although it was more like me wanting to go through the door and being held back by some sort of voice telling me i shouldnt go - cos i have too much to live for.
Ive been struggling with my faith a lot. Its hard to keep it up when I feel that God hates me. I wrote a poem called "God are you there" which is a poem for god - its not nice - but the poem I wrote "Dear god" is a lot nicer.
Oh man Im so glad i found your page
Emma -
i feel this is one of your best, that i've seen
seee, i keep telling you you can write really well!
blessings
mike -
now there's a really cool write! pretty good for not having been writing long.
stay spiffy! 
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hey this is a really great poem and really spiritual, btw thanx for the comment on my page.
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This is very spiritual. This is your second poem I have read and both deal with the after life a delicate subject, and you handle it well too. You must be extremely spiritual. We need people like you among us and your thoughts to inspire, I am so glad you are here.
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wow, this is an amazing poem!! great job, i love it!!!
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Such a profound and powerful write here
please please come read my poem I am Alive itz bout my experience with death
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thanks for commenting on my peice i really liked this one. most poems that tell a story like this one, are not really favorites of mine but i enjoyed this one emmensly
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A very beautiful poem. The title makes me smile. My father once spoke of an experience like this, and it moves me when I hear that some have glimpsed what is to come. It gives me hope. I really enjoyed this. Thank you.
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That was a very pointed story of near death. It sounds like you experienced this yourself. Did you? I have not much experience of writing poetry but this was very well done. And thanks you for reading my poem "Who Is This Child" . I will be back to read more or yours. Darlene
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oh my rose. i am glad that you did not go to the door. you would be sorly missed my friend. i love the free flow of this, the rebirth of spirit and freedom that you have, woven so delicatly in this one. you make me recall y i am here right now, still saying, no, not yet. thank you for this one, it was much needed.
arden
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