RELIGION Poem: Behold HIS Mighty Hand, by Brian Wohlmuth

Time had been canceled,
my forever was death
As eternity dawned
I inhaled one last breath
Then matter of factly
she announced like I knew . . .
“It’s a quarter till heaven,
And 15 minutes from you”

Surrounded by warmth
I did not understand
In the brilliance of light
she extended her hand
And lifting me upward
she said, “Lord what a view . . .
It’s a quarter till heaven,
And 15 minutes from you”

I thought to myself,
these are magical things
A halo casts sunshine
upon glorious wings
She softly confided,
“We touch only a few . . .
It’s a quarter till heaven,
And 15 minutes from you”

Beyond what she called
The Communion of Peace
She explained she had come
to delay my release
And she echoed the words,
“What is written is true . . .
It’s a quarter till heaven,
And 15 minutes from you”

Her message was clear
as she bid me farewell
From within we create
either heaven or hell
Now each moment on Earth
is her work that I do . . .
“It’s a quarter till heaven,
And 15 minutes from you”