Laying here on my bed. I look up at the celling.I can see the Angels flying over me. One by one they get into a circle. I can see their dark robes with their white wings standing out against their robes. Is this my time I wonder or is somene I know about to pass from this world. I turn and look to my left and I can see a very white light. I know this light. IT is the light you pass through when your time here on Earth is up. Is it my time I look to one Angel and ask but i get no response they just keep circling above my head like vultures waiting for fresh meat. One by one they come closer so I can see their faces against the heavenly glow. some look like old ancient wise men with their beards so long they reach the floor. some look like the youth of yesterday . then some i cant make out that well even though they are in touching distance. I keep asking myself is it my time. Are they here to comefort me or to take me. My pain is great but im not ready to pass from this place yet I cry. Please dont take me . I can hear thunder crashing all around even though there is no storm in site. I look around my room once more to see lighting bolts everywhere. Looking up once more to see the Angels of Death fly away, I think why were they here.
