I always wonder, what a person feels just before their last breath is removed by the Angel of Death, what that person thinks at that very moment… Don’t laugh but I heard this in a game called, “Brothers in Arms: Road to Hill 30″, the main character of this game, an American World War II Hero, says something like, “My father used to tell me, you can know how a person lived his life when you see his face; his face expressions and his eyes just at the moment when he realizes it’s all over.” May be it’s true.
Came across a very effective video. Might be VERY DISTURBING for some but fine and sad for others, including me. There is a little poem played in background and the video shows a footage LIVE of a once Football match, in it you see a player, he’s smiling but his time came, he tries to catch his breath, bends a little but falls on ground, other players came running to him, he breaths hard and slow then everything is over… You see his fellow team Players amazed and some even cry… Want to hear the poem?
From those around, I hear a cry, An awful soft, a hopeless sigh
I hear their footsteps leaving slow…and then I know my soul must fly
A chilly wind begins to blow within my soul from head to toe,
And then the last breath escapes my lips, its time to leave and die like all…
So its true but its too late
They said each soul has its given date
When it must leave its body’s core
And meet with its eternal fate
Oh! Mark the words that I do say Who knows tomorrow could be your day
At last it comes to heaven or hell decide which now do not delay
Come on my brothers let us pray, decide which now do not delay
“Oh God! Oh God!†I cannot see, my eyes are blind, am I still me?
Or has my soul been led astray and forced to pay a priceless fee?
Alas to dust, we all return, and shall rejoice while others burn
If only I knew that before, the line grew short and came my turn
And now as beneath the soil, they lay me with my record flawed
They cry not knowing that I cry worse for they go home I face my GOD…
Oh! Mark the words that I do say Who knows tomorrow could be your day
At last it comes to heaven or hell decide which now do not delay
Come on my brothers let us pray, decide which now do not delay
I do have the video but due to it’s size I cannot upload it. I will see if I find it online on You Tube.
Omg… That’s a really BEAUTIFUL poem!
I wrote something sorta like it a few years ago, about what the Angel of Death says when he takes people away…
That’s some interesting stuff to think about- which is an understatement I guess, cuz death is a pretty huge deal whether we think of it that way or not.
I’d like to share one of my favorite poems on that topic… I think it was written by a woman named Mary Frye, but I’m not sure:
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle Autumn’s rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush.
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there;
I did not die.
Take care bro!
Khuda Hafiz
Thanks for commenting!
The poem you have mentioned is amazing too. You said you have written about it your self? Please share!