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This first poem was written shortly after I had my last Pulmonary Embolism. The night I waited for over 40 minutes for an ambulance to get to me, I did see a light and doorway. I felt that I could have gone through it but I prayed to God to let me stay with my family a little while longer.
“ God in his mercy said...”
The thunder rolled in from all around and the lightening struck the ground, The clouds they moved like a roaring train and my eyes hurt from the pounding rain. The sky’s had a look about them like nothing that I had ever seen,The darkness was a blackness so complete, I knew what it had to mean. So frightened was I of what could happen this night that somewhere I almost lost sight, That though I wanted to stay with my children and wife ,“He” promised only eternal life. I searched through the clouds and the terrible storm looking for some sign of light, Then in my heart I felt such a warmth as a curtain opened and the sun shown in bright. I looked through the window it’s golden light bright and I felt it call me to come, Though I knew it was heaven I was still feeling fright for on this earth I just wasn’t done. Now there are those who will say this was all in my head and just the state of mind I was in, But my friends as I laid in my room on the bed it was heaven I saw through the dim. In all of that darkness the storms raging wild, a light shone through the darkness for me, And God in his love and mercy for this child...Gave me life and said “Stay Awhile”. Thank you Father for your love and mercy.
By Darrel Robert Day Jr. December 9, 1999.
This second poem I wrote for the many people that have killed someone because they "chose" to get into a vehicle drunk and drive. I won awards for this also but I really hope that it made at least one person stop and think about what they were doing before they made the same sad and tragic mistake. Darrel...
My Choice
By Darrel Robert Day Jr.
It seemed unclear for me to see just where I must be, I knew by the flames and the heat it wasn't a good place to be... Listening to the silent loudness, I heard no echo down deep in my head, it uttered no sound not even a word only the voice of death could be heard... I went back to a moment ago when I slipped behind the wheel of my car, inserting the key to make my car go to a place a drink any bar... So drunk I recall nothing but the sound of a little girls screams, I turned the wheel as she screamed "Daddy save me, save me please... Her cries stop, the people come knowing that I took her life, she will never be a grown-up, a lover and never be any mans wife... I made the choice to drive drunk and caused a little girls death, I opened the car door and ran, ready to take my last breath... All of my sorries and tears will never give back the years I took, from the child, from her family and friends, a life so precious and dear... As I relive it again I realize death will be better than life, the second of time I took to decide to get into my car drunk and drive................. Is the second of time that she might not have died, if I had called a friend... she'd be alive.
Silent Enemy
By Darrel Day Dec. 2004
The windows are locked and the shades are pulled as I sit here all alone,
My head is cocked as this poem unfolds and I wonder when I lost my way home,
Trying to be strong yet feeling I am weak I struggle to understand why,
Feeling guilt for my wrongs praying daily I seek to understand why I wake up and cry,
They tell me that dieng this way is a sin, one that can not be forgiven,
Yet here as I cry all alone in the din, I think HE died that All sins be forgiven,
What makes it wrong if I go on my own choosing my own time to leave earth,
This mind of mine never will be free or atone for the things that took away my self worth.
I make no excuses for the life that I've lived, I've been blessed more than any man deserves,
I have tried all my life to reach out and to give,
To give back the blessings that I have been served,
My friends if you know anyone that has been afflicted with this illness,
Be slow to convict but be sure that you've given, them time to reflect on their stillness,
Afraid not to die but I fear that I will one day finally say goodbye,
It is not about me but those that remain here still that my heart breaks for and for whom my soul cries,
Riddled with guilt for wrongs not committed I have been my own worst jury,
Finding my self filled with sorrow for the sadness afflicted on the ones that have loved me for me,
How does one reach out for help from a loved one, when he feels he will just make them sad,
He doesn't, he sits all alone with the things that he's done and convinces himself he is bad...
Read this my friends with a soft open mind and take your loved ones and hold them tonight,
Be good and be kind to those with that Bipolar mind
and understand their minds control their actions with might,
If I leave here today or slip away in the night or should I live to be one hundred and ten,
I will live knowing I truly tried to do what was right even though it might not have looked like it then,
No one can know the things deep inside of a person that has this I know, Except for the ones that have lived and have died... surrounded by many loved ones, yet always alone...
Dday writes "Darrel Day Mature Nature Jan. 2005
"Not Until I Leave This World..." A short story by Darrel Day
My pillow is fluffed and my prayers are said. I turn the lights down and close my eyes. As I begin to drift off to sleep, I catch the faint whiff of your perfume. It is not a strong fragrance but one that draws me to my dreams. As sleep overtakes me completely, I see you standing in the soft moonlight. Your soft voice beckons me to come to you. I move my feet, yet I take no steps. I reach out my hand for yours and yet... I feel no touch.
Night after lonely night I have come to you in this court-yard. I pray each time that this is the night that I no longer have to leave you. Your long auburn tresses lay gently over your shoulders. They carress your body and fill my eyes with beauty. The moonbeams dance in your emerald eyes and speak to me, though you speak not a word. Your long flowing gown cascades down your body, giving way only to your subtle curves.
Like an arid desert yearning for water, my heart thirsts for your love. You are to me the raging storms that cover this desert with your life giving rains. As your beauty flows over me like sheets of rain water, I feel my soul being reborn. You quench my thirst with your warm rain and I reach out to become one with you.
As our fingers touch I am filled with the electricity of the storm that rages with in each of us. I take your hand in mine and we walk side by side along the shoreline of the sea. I am no longer a desert, nor are you a raging storm. I am yours once again and my love, you are mine. The water moves across our feet gently and then rushes back out to sea as if it were tiny imps playing tag with us. We smile as the warmth of the water sends shivers of wonder up our spines.
I stop you and turn you, that I might gaze into your emerald eyes. I touch your soft hair and touch it to my lips. You whisper to me, "Stay with me forever" and I smile as I whisper I shall stay. I lean in close to you and gently kiss your lips. I feel the softness of your lips and my head begins to spin. As I take your chin in my fingertips, I whisper my hearts desire to you.
But wait... what is the glint of light I now see in your eyes? No longer the soft, alluring moonlight that was there when I closed my eyes to kiss you. No, this can not happen again! "I will not let the suns morning rays steal you from me once again", I say! I kiss your eyes closed and beg you not to look into the sunlight. "I will stay with you forever, my love. I will not wake and lose you to another day's dawning light."
You gently kiss my tears and drink them into you. You touch your fingertips softly to my trembling lips and calm my heart and soul. "This is the way that it must be, sweet prince, but only for a time. I wait for you with open arms and love that is everlasting. Now go my love before I beg of you to stay with me. The time has not yet come when we will be together for eternity. I will be here every night sweet man, until the time you no longer have to go."
I kiss your lips once more and turn my eyes to the sun. I will go for now and meet you here when the moonlight is shining once again. You left this world before me, but my love shall never die. I too wait for the day when I am called away from this place. That day, I will be with you forever and the moon will never go down on us again.
I open my eyes slowly, not wanting to let you go. The sun's light burns my eyes and I turn my face to my pillow. The wetness I feel are the tears I cried in the night when I had to go. I pray that sleep overtakes me one day and we will walk hand in hand along that shoreline for all of eternity, my love.
"Now It Is About Me"
By Darrel Day Jan. 2005...
I read the words that were set on my screen
I read them and searched in my mind
For the meaning of when it became about Me
And found myself writing these lines...
When I was born and breathed my first breath
And the world greeted me with love
That day as I was held near my mothers warm breast
The day was about me being sent from above...
When my Grandmother died and my Grandfather too
Although I cried out to God help ease my grief
I heard a voice whisper in my heart I am with you
But this day is about those that did leave...
When my best friend in the world was taken away
And in anger I said God why did you take Paul
Again in a voice soft and comforting I heard the Lord say
This day is not about you, it's been set aside for Paul...
When I heard of the tradgedy that struck our homeland
I was brought down to tears like everyone
But I knew that their lives were safe in God's hands
That day was for those who lost their lives on nine-one-one...
I know in my heart what he was trying to say
each time that I cried out in grief and pain
That though my heart was breaking when a loved one went away
It was about the ones that he had taken that day...
So when does it really become about me
I whispered to God in a prayer
The answer he gave me made it plainly to see
It's when I am the one that is "There"...
When I came into this world, that day was all mine
It was about me and the joy of my birth
The next time that I get a day that's all mine
Is the day that My soul leaves this earth...
Here are a few excerpts from the novels that are up and coming, including "Abduction".
May 3rd, 1993 started out to be the worst nightmare she could have imagined. It started out to be that way. It was for certain the worst fight Trisha could remember ever having with her father. She had seen plenty of fights in their life to know that. The fight had left her tired and feeling as if she had been kicked in the chest. She sat back against the seat of the pick-up truck and reflected on all she had just been through. As she did, she felt unsure whether to scream or cry...
She was seventeen years old, pregnant and no place to call home.
{{From chapter one...}} As lightening lit up the night, she saw something move outside the truck. She was beginning to get scared and she thought she was doing it all to herself.
"God Trisha, you chickenshit. It is just the wind so quit scaring yourself. Daddy would be less than impressed with you right now."
She aw the movement again and this time it was right outside the truck. She heard the door handle shake. Unlocking it, she waited for James to get inside. The door swung openwide and the rain blew into her face, causing her to squint into the wetness. "Thank goodness you are back, James. I was starting to... Who the hell are you!?"
Excerpts from "Until Death Do We Meet"... 1992- "No parent should ever bury their own child! I do not believe that God ever intended to for us as parents, to out live our children. Christine is gone from us now. She is in a better place I have been told so many times this week. That may be well and true but the fact remains that my sweet Christine is dead.
{{From chapter one}} Christine would get down on her knees toidayand pray to God in heaven. She would ask him to forgive her for the sin she was about to commit. Surely a loving father such as God would see her true heart and understand. She prayed that he would. She would also pray this day that she one day would be given another chance to make it up to John. Christine would wait for the day that John might forgive her, even if it took an eternity. Still dressed in her wedding gown, Christine did what she knew she had to do. She would wait for John on the other side of life to come back to her.
{{Chapter two}} 1995- Tom could have sworn he heard his name called in the wind. He walked to the window and looked out on the darkness. As he stood and watched the moon appear and then disappear behind the trees, he heard it again. This time he was certain of what he had heard. His eyes searched the night trying to see if someone were locked outside. He could see nothing but darkness. He opened the window a little in an effort to hear more clearly...
Tom looked at the mist that had now become almost a solid woman. She was beautiful with her long golden hair blowing in the wind. Her eyes were the most beautiful green he had ever seen. He watched her in total amazement as she drifted closer to the window. A part of him wanted to shut the window and pull the blinds closed.
He looked up and down her body and realized she was wearing a wedding dress. If it was white at one time, Tom was hard fast to convince himself of that. The dress was covered in a crimson color from the top to the bottom. Tom knew with a sad certainty that the dress... was covered in blood.
I hope that you enjoy the novels in their entirety. Thank you again for sharing this with me... Darrel...