THE VISITATION

Upon my pillow, I rest my head it was the wee hours of the morning
She came to me first but in a distance floating in mid-air
I quickly recognize her even though she was beautifully dressed
Her pail silk dress with laces at the bottom and embroidery at the top
A white hat with ribbons of purple she was fair to behold
Don’t come any nearer to me I shouted to her for I know who you are
Yet she kept on coming as if to glide my way I am not ready yet I said

She moved but a foot away from me I could smell the perfume scent
She look lovingly straight into my eyes her own eyes were misty color
What do you want I ask with a strong firm voice as our faces met
Not a word did she utter but stared at me as if to look right into my soul
I am not afraid I told her but I don’t want to follow you now it's too soon

As she started to move away from me her appearance slightly changes
She now looked like the figure of a middle-aged man clean-shaven
I know the lord I told him Jehovah is his name he sings a sweet song to me
Moving away from me I could see the expression of wonder on his face
I went on saying to him Jehovah claim me when I was but a wee lad
Then I ask him or I told him are you surprise to know that we are down here

He continues to drift away from me changing faces every second he moves
I saw him as a farmer then he was a hunter I could tell from the hats he wore
One last look in my direction and he was gone as suddenly as she appeared
Upon my pillow, I rest my head a visitation from the Lord I did witness
I arose to quickly write down the accounts of the nameless angel of mercy

A true encounter as I lay in bed.

Kenvil Atkins Raw Energy Poetry