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