A cardiac arrest. A resuscitation made. A life recovered.
One patient tells me his experience.
This is his story.
•
Death.
Amid the chaos enclosing,
beseeched by an ambiance of ages to come,
I hear the seraph’s dulcet calls.
Immured by words
divine and bittersweet,
they sculpt the frigid air,
and I am comforted.
As flesh is pierced, poisons forced,
I am held in tender embrace–
its whispers an oasis to the fears
that boil within my breast.
A skyward calling, its promised hope
glistens the starlight above me.
Memories, regret, longings and dreams–
a cycle ripened to revolve anew
cascades within my being.
I then behold a fleeting sight–
a son, wife, a father, my life–
their love commanding,
gazes imploring.
Therefore
with a strength untold
I fight
until with the sun
I am ushered
out of the grasp
of the ebbing eve.
I open my eyes.
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◊ The Cardiac Arrest – A Physician’s Perspective ◊
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Beautiful post.
The way this word is formatted is BEAUTIFUL. Thank you for writing this!
Thank you kindly, and thank you for reading!
Beautiful poem, I am going to reblog this one for you. Hopefully you will graner a few more followers from it. Excellent article.
Thank you kindly 🙂
lovely translation, visceral journey. thanks for following my words.
And thank you for visiting mine. 🙂
Dear Phoebe, In October of 2008, I had the near death experience, with having had a heart attack. I saw the golden light, saw and felt the presence of Jesus. My dear, late father told me that I needed to go back into my body. It is not my purpose to put down specific religious doctrines or denominations. But it all boils down to this, in my consciousness: Heaven is a real place. Love unlocks the door to Heaven’s Gate. I truly believe it is that simple. I know people who cite me chapter and verse to tell me that it is not that simple. But, alas, I truly know, deep in my heart that it is that simple. When all the dust is settled, all that matters is that we love one another. Sincerely, Richard Mabey
Truly incredible that you went through that. Thank you for sharing. No doubt such an experience gives one a deeper perspective on life and makes one appreciate each day a little more. And I agree with you…love is all that matters.
Wishing you all the best,
phoebe