With a rumbling, roaring,
Swishing, sound
Cloaked in pyroclastic cloud,
I eternally free-fall
In a slowly grinding tumble
Rushing swiftly toward the ground.
The plummet I recall,
Or did the ground rush up
And catch my fall?
The skyline’s gone, sunlight’s past.
Strange this darkness –
That’s come so fast.
As in a dream, yet far, far more
A voice calls, “Follow me and rest”.
I feel no pain but cannot move.
For time has stopped –
In this darkness.
I dream of light,
I hear a sound –
They’ve finally come.
At last, I’m found.
A man breaks in. He lights my face
I hear his words but cannot see
And then his words; they set me free.
The words he said “– Died instantly.”
And peace subdues my former fear
Of coming to my end.
I see so very clearly now,
My family and my friends.
I call to them
Though they can’t hear.
I wish that they could know I’m holding them as best I can,
All so very near.
I now know we will never part
For now, I understand.
Something I did not before,
That God does have a plan.
Raymond Olson © 2011
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