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It's Not My Time



It Was Not My Time

Cold murky water
Going down, going down
Darkness surrounds
Going down, going down

Floating up again
“Help” I cry
Only darkness
Going down, going down

Saw an angel flying
Heard an angelic choir
Then a voice
“It’s not your time”

“ Return, return”
“ It’s not your time”
Going down, going down
It’s not my time

Did I return
From whence I came
No one can say
It was not my time.

Muddy Waters

© 2017 galleryofgrace


galleryofgrace (author) from Virginia on November 16, 2017:

When I first started writing poems many moons ago I wrote what I called song poems. I sang them to myself when I wrote. I have self published most of them. Over the years I've asked local singers to put my words to music but it always fell on deaf ears so I gave up. In the 60's when I first began writing I innocently sent a couple poems to a very well known person in Nashville. People listen to those songs everyday but they are not mine. You would be really surprised to know what those two songs are!

Joel Diffendarfer from Jonesville on November 15, 2017:

I can relate. These words would make great lyrics for a song of ponder and change. Thanks!

Glenn Stok from Long Island, NY on October 03, 2017:

Very creative poetry! It actually relates well to Near Death Experience that some people have while in a coma, and return.

galleryofgrace (author) from Virginia on June 07, 2017:

Thank you for reading. It is nice to be understood.

Venkatachari M from Hyderabad, India on June 07, 2017:

A wonderful poem with some spiritual approach.

galleryofgrace (author) from Virginia on June 06, 2017:

Thank you. I appreciate your input.

Linda Crampton from British Columbia, Canada on June 06, 2017:

I love this poem. The imagery is very effective.

Sonya from Saint Louis on June 05, 2017:

Beautiful poem with a lot of emotion. Thanks for sharing.

Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on June 05, 2017:

Excellent. I really like it.

karlatimmons on June 05, 2017:

I died once when I was six years old. The doctor described it as Rheumatic Fever. He told my mother that I might not live. She piled covers upon me, to sweat out the fever. I lay there in the bedroom. It was getting increasingly difficult to breathe. Finally, I wondered what would happen if I could no longer breathe. I found out. I floated up to the ceiling corner and saw my body back down on the bed. My mother came in a few minutes later and screamed. She knelt down and looked up praying, "Don't take her, I need her!" With that, an invisible hand pushed my energy or spirit back into my body and as my fever broke. One strange thing. I didn't feel as though I was six years old anymore. I felt MUCH OLDER! I looked at my hand and could see dimples of an infant's hand, but was not a little girl in mind anymore. As I asked the Universe, "How old am I, really?" The video, picture came into my mind's eye of ocean waves, breaking against an ancient shore! That old, huh? Yes, I KNEW that it was true. At the time, I had never heard anything about reincarnation. But for some reason, I understood music theory from the age of two. I believe that every one of us has many, many lives, in order to develop our spirits. Just a thought.

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