NINETY SECONDS

Death, a phase none can escape, but have you ever wondered what transpires in death, what would you wish to a accomplish before it all, how have you pictured your final journey…this is how I wish to spend my last ninety seconds…witnessing the fall back of a rowdy crowd, silence of the too much noise as my final buzzer goes off…then meeting him, face to face for the first time…oh! And the words! I would do anything just to hear him say…no spoilers, read on!

NINETY SECONDS

The crowd is cheering, anticipitating, waiting

My heart, palpitating, the sun scintillating

Eyes teary hindering my vision

To many voices, too much reasoning

Too much noise I can’t think

Everyone is watching, but I got to focus

Fix my eyes on the price

Shining golden everlasting crown

The final whistle, eyes closed

Focused on the price, forget them all, forgo it all

And suddenly the questions

Did I run my race well, do I deserve rest

Why don’t I hear cheering anymore?

Where did everybody go?

What is that bright light at the finish line?

Who’s that guy hands outstretch cheering me on

Why can I see only him, why does he look so familiar?

Ugh! And what is that pulling at my feet

Oh! No! Why am I losing my breath?

Oh boy! Am falling, falling, falling!

Then black out!

Wait, what is happening, I hear singing

Too much brightness I can’t see

I feel…wait! Why aren’t my feet touching the ground?

Woo! Am floating, air rushing through my hair

And who is holding my hand, why does he have a scar

Why can’t I see his face…who is he

And why does he make my inside feel like…

What is this overwhelming feeling?

That feels the air around him

How can I feel his smile, why can’t I see his smile?

Who is….hush!

Then a whisper fills my ear, as a crowd begins to cheer

In a thunderous, breezy whisper he says

Hush now, good and faithful servant

You fought a good fight, you run a good race

 Now receive your crown!

Your presence is heaven to me!

picture by: Ali Philips-Nibs studios