5. About my poetry

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The following poem was inspired by a dear friend of mine, Linda. Her father passed away, and I'm going to let you read what inspired her own poem (many of the words in my song were part of her own poem), and how it gave me the idea for mine...Her Original poem is included.  Please include her in ALL responses. Thanks!! Her e-mail is: Lcs7747@cs.com

and her name is Linda F. Smith.

"My Dad, Richard E. Martin, was the inspiration for this poem. He has been, without a doubt, the most important influence on my life. He was a wonderful husband and father and a friend to all who knew him. He passed away in August, 1998 as a result of liver cancer. My comfort in all this is that he had an intimate relationship with Jesus Christ, so I know he is with

Him now.

Five days before he died, he went into a coma. From the onset, he never moved a muscle, spoke a word --nothing. Right before he died, my sister and I walked back into the room after the nurses had attended him, and I saw him open his eyes. His eyes were clear and bright, and he was looking straight ahead, slightly looking up. His hands began to move forward and up as if trying to put his hands in someone else's. I thought he was trying to reach for one of us, but he wasn't. He was oblivious to us. He had his focus on something we couldn't see! Then, he very slowly lowered his hands, turned his head to the side as it had been before, closed his eyes and took his last breath.

Elisa, if my sister hadn't seen exactly what I did, I probably would've thought I was hallucinating, but she did. She and I will always remember that night and that God, for reasons unknown to us, chose to bless us with that memory. I know now that there were others in that room and they escorted my Daddy to Jesus. What a glorious thought!! Thank you for taking an interest in my poem. Everything I write is, I believe, inspired by God; therefore, all of it is precious and meaningful to me.

As I have read about you and your relationship with your mom and dad, I feel a special bond with you, even though I have never met you and though I am much older (old enough to be your mother). Believe me, you will never regret being close to your parents and loving them with all your heart. When you do this, you will have few regrets when they are gone. I miss my Daddy terribly, but I will see him again someday soon, and that will be a happy day!"

I knew his time had come,

As we stood round his bed,

To take his place in Heaven,

Where saints and angels tread.

His voice once strong, was silent,

His body lay so still.

I watched as his life ebbed away,

He had finished his Father's will.

Chorus:

It now came time to leave this world,

And go on to a better place.

A place where no more tears would fall,

And you could look on Jesus' face.

Daddy, I couldn't hold you here,

If I held on with all my might.

So, daddy, I must let you go,

It's time for you to take flight.

I looked on his beloved face,

As he reached for hands unseen.

Angels must be all around,

Waiting for this redeemed.

He lowered his hands and closed his eyes,

I slowly breathed a sigh.

Daddy, I will miss you here,

But it's time for you to take flight.

Chorus:

It's now your time to leave this world,

to go on to a better place.

A place where no more tears will fall,

And you can look on Jesus' face.

Daddy, I won't hold you here,

So, go on, follow the light.

Daddy, I now let you go,

It's time for you to take flight.

FLIGHT

Original Poem by Linda F. Smith-

We knew his time had finally come,

As we all stood 'round his bed,

To take his place in heaven

Where saints and angels tread.

His voice I had not heard for days,

Nor seen his body move,

This world held nothing more for him,

And I knew He'd leave us soon.

And as I stood there watching him,

I could almost hear the sound

Of angels moving in our midst,

Loosening chains that had him bound.

Then I looked at his beloved face

As he suddenly came to attention,

He reached for hands unseen to us

That were in another dimension.

He lowered his hands and closed his eyes

For Glory, his soul took flight,

With angels escorting him to the throne

Of Jesus, Who is the Light.

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We are all on a journey through life. Some of us get lost, some search for the truth, some have found the truth, and sometimes we all need a little "service station" along the way to continue on. These poems were written for that purpose; for those seeking to find life, for those who have it, but need a little lift, for those who have strayed and need directions back, and for those who just need a little encouragement. It is for every day living, experiences, heartaches that lead us to the realization that God is the only way, the only truth, and the only life. I pray my poems minister to your heart, and give you the energy, direction and encouragement that you need. If you ever wished to be removed, please send me an e-mail and I will remove you, no hard feelings. :) God bless. Please visit my poetry site for other Poems for the Journey... http://www.microserve.com/~crosspub/Elisa.html