Word of the Day Challenge, Word Prompts

WONDERING a short story

Opening my eyes while thinking, how bright it was outside my window, oh it snowed again; reaching for the covers while pulling them up over my shoulders; why is it so cold I wondered.

Feeling for the alarm, wondering about the joy I felt; I had another hour to sleep, turning over. I’ll just quickly hop out of bed, turn up the heat to warm the house and get back under the cozy, fuzzy blankets for another hour.

Not so fast! What’s this strange dizziness, I wondered, falling back into my pillows and safe zone, confused and anxious, I tried again to get up. To no avail! Quickly fell back sinking into the softness of my bed. I wondered what in the world is going on!

I realized all that brightness I thought was snow outside my window was in actuality the bedroom lights had been turned on.
Gulp! Who are all these people in my room I wondered! No one is looking familiar, and why are they just ignoring me! “Hey!” I screamed.

“No use,” a voice said, “they can’t hear you because you’re dead!”

“Like a candle, your flame burnt out and now you are all mine!”

“Yours,” I screamed, “who are you?”

“Don’t you know, I am the one you have been serving for the past several decades.”

#FPQ, Supernatural Reality

Physician-assisted Suicide? Right or Wrong

The Challenge or suggestion today is in the form of a question, today the question is physician-assisted suicide, yes or no!

I love questions that cause me to think. I also realize that my way of thinking is not according to the direction of the world is moving today.
It is as though we are being pulled like a magnet to believe that this life is all we have therefore we should live it according to our convenience.

God really and truly speaks to all of us, and especially to us when we are near to our end. Suicide is evil because it removes our soul from the last chance we will have to hear His voice embedded within. If you don’t believe me, ask any physician or Hospice caretakers to tell you the stories they have witnessed sitting at the bedside of the dying.

Time to eternity is our journey like being born; leaving the womb of your mother entering this life. Now coming into our eternity, a new life of our choosing, a life of happiness or a life of absence of joy depending on how we ended.

Suicide is cheating yourself of that final vital conscious or coma state moment while still in the state of TIME. The time to review; the most critical moment allowed us.

The dying persons hearing the voice of God while pondering any regrets, feelings for contrition/repentance, and most importantly forgiveness from He who has created you.

#FPQ

dVerse, poetry

We Met on Christmas Day—1957

My Christmas Gift from God!

Married … 1961

Now he is gone, his name was Dennis!

A MEMORY afraid to forget

Some die soft and others die-hard.
You left me with a heart scarred.
His Will was to call you home
His Will left me all alone.
Your words to me were bravely spoken
Today I understand the words foretoken.
“It’s Gods Will,” you said over and over.
“Please lend me a prayer,” and moreover;
“What did our priest just say to me?”
Words I just couldn’t foresee.
“Our children will now care for you,”
He knew they would follow through.
Now that it’s been six long years
What I do best are shedding tears.

dVerse

dVerse, poetry, Word Prompts

dVerse desires CHANGE today!

Learning someone in your circle has that dreaded “C” word, it seems like an eternity until you know all the details; fear and waiting patiently. The day has come when we realize what love is. Our special person and life isn’t a life without them. A change is about to take place surreal as in numbing. We begin to bargain with God; if I change dear God, will you then answer my plea? Whatever can I do, oh God, to change your mind?
This can’t be happening, not now, not today; not ever!

We all know the day
might come — letting go— endure
resign to His Will

Allreturn

dVerse

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CONVERSANT with a MEMORY

Today I feel more conversant with the memory of my husbands last days than usual, so I wrote a poem. Although I may not be considered a poet, I still feel conversant with his memory.

A MEMORY afraid to forget

Some die soft and others die-hard.
You left me with a heart scarred.
His Will was to call you home
His Will left me all alone.
Your words to me were bravely spoken
Today I understand the words foretoken.
“It’s Gods Will,” you said over and over.
“Please lend me a prayer,” and moreover;
“What did our priest just say to me?”
Words I just couldn’t foresee.
“Our children will now care for you,”
He knew they would follow through.
Now that it’s been five long years
What I do best are shedding tears.

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/conversant/

via Daily Prompt: Conversant