It's Not My Time

Updated on July 25, 2017



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


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      galleryofgrace 3 months ago from Virginia

      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!

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      Joel Diffendarfer 3 months ago from Ft Collins, Colorado

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

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      Glenn Stok 4 months ago from Long Island, NY

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

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      galleryofgrace 8 months ago from Virginia

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

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      Venkatachari M 8 months ago from Hyderabad, India

      A wonderful poem with some spiritual approach.

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      galleryofgrace 8 months ago from Virginia

      Thank you. I appreciate your input.

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      Linda Crampton 8 months ago from British Columbia, Canada

      I love this poem. The imagery is very effective.

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      Sonya 8 months ago from Saint Louis

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

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      Eric Dierker 8 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Excellent. I really like it.

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      karlatimmons 8 months ago

      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.