Angel of Life

How does a dead man know he's dead? Does he possess any awareness of himself or his surroundings? I  Don't know, I've never been dead...or have I?

Those were the questions that had been asked.
 Everything is  foggy,
Who am I? and
where am I?

I remember now I heard a voice call my name.
That's right I have a name.... let me think.
What did I hear him say? Ri..., Rig....
Oh, It will come to me.
Yes, I know it now. Righteous! Yes Righteous.

Someone next to me I look to see, but my eyes are shut.
I cannot open them.
I panic. I struggle. I cannot see! Now I am filled with fear.
I scream out!

A gentle warm hand touch my eyelids.
I had not realizes how cold I was. A fire rushes through me!
I slowly opened my eyes. What was happening to me? I thought.
What is that sound?
Thump, thump, thump, thump, rymathic and slow...oh!
I murmured "That's my heart."

I slowly opened my eyes, it almost pained me.
Blinding light was every where.  How long had I been in the dark I asked myself?
And....
Who touch me? I asked to the light.
Are you and angel? I questioned?

No. he said.
I AM He who created the angels.

Created the angels? I thought.....

I AM LIFE.

How does a dead man know he's dead? Does he possess any awareness of himself or his surroundings? I  Don't know, I've never been dead...or have I?