Time of Death

If I could choose when to die...it would be at precisely 4 am.

When I am always stirred awake by some unknown force, greeted by total pin-drop silence and calm...nothing moves save for the gently heaving chests of my two babes, lost in sleep and beautiful dreams. Even the dastardly demons...they go home to roost in their evil abode, giving me that window of utter peace and serenity and freedom from their continuous harrasment and incitement and games.

The only sounds I hear are the softly twinkling stars and

His Voice, crystal clear - now that the din has subsided and illusions have slithered away into the darkness.

That is the time, I pull the small sleeping figures close to me...breathe in the excruciatingly sweet smell of heaven in their soft hair revealed only to a mother...and think...if ever I could choose...this would be the time.

A time of total clarity, of perfect understanding and realisation.

Of perfect intellection.

A time when He makes His presence felt,

inescapable,

undeniable.

And you just want to be with Him. Not anywhere else.

Not back to the world that daybreak brings.