She sold her body in the streets
Starting at only sixteen years
At a used up age twenty-six
One night one of her johns
Beat her so badly she died
Temporarily in the ICU
While on the exam table
Her spirit rose above her body
Into the white light and the
Care of the Unconditional Love
That NDEer’s call the Source
Returned to life a new person
Became like a reborn saint
Stopped selling her body
Spent the rest of her life
Saving troubled young girls
Selling themselves in the streets
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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