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I Could Not Understand

An Angel knocked upon my door,
I could not understand what for,
And in a soft sweet voice he said,
Do you realise that you are dead!
I replied, I did not think it so,
But then again how could I know.
How was I to believe this news,
Yet he was not wearing any shoes,
And he was floating around my place,
With a beaming smile upon his face.
I sort of thought that he may be right,
Something strange had happened in the night.
For I had felt myself begin to rise
Up from my bed. Maybe my demise!
He turned and placed together his palms,
Then opened up his slender arms,
And taking my hand he flew with me,
Into God’s heavenly eternity.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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