Cody Reel Presents "The Beautiful Breath of Death" during National Poetry Month...

The Beautiful Breath of Death

What a beautiful day that will be

When I finally get to see

What God has prepared in store for me

When I finally get to see with my brand new eyes

The perfect prize

That lies above the celestial skies

When I am finally embraced

By the perfect embrace

And see the Heavenly Father’s face

I can hardly imagine what I would feel

And right now, it almost seems unreal

While I wait with anticipatory, patient zeal

I’m not just a kid from a small town

Who has to fight when the world pulls him down

While I stand in awe of the most loving Crown

I want to jump up and be sucked into Your arms

Even though that would probably cause me harm

Falling stories and stories onto my feeble arms

But I know that someday

We will both have our way

And I will have nothing to say but insufficient praise

Cody Reel Shares "The Best Memories of My Life" Take the Trip With Him...

When I was a kid

There wasn’t a thing I wouldn’t do

To make it Christmas as soon as possible

Although I knew Santy Claus wasn’t real

I still enjoyed the surprises and presents 

that I knew my parents had bought for me

The magic 

Was not 

Real magic, as that doesn’t exist

And yet,

It was still really magical

And it still is to this day

I wish

That I could stay in that same state of mind

As I had when I was a kid

No doubt

Those were the best memories

Of my life

Childhood

Is a blessing

That most of us get to experience

No doubt

Mine wasn’t perfect

But there isn’t anything that can take
 those memories away from me

I can only hope

That Heaven

Is reliving those days over and over again

About the Author

I have loved writing as long as I can remember. I had an extreme desire to write in elementary school. Writing exams were the best, and it was my FAVORITE thing to do. I remember writing in 4th grade a creative story for class on something called an "AlphaSmart", and from then on out, I ALWAYS wanted my own laptop so that I could always write whenever I wanted to. Just the mere act of typing excites me: I don't care what I say, the feeling of those little buttons clicking is satisfying to me, as is typing very fast. I don't care what I say. However, thankfully, I also have things to say so I put them down either on notebook paper or the magic of the computer. I'm trying to make a lot of money so that I can become a full-time writer (meaning that I can make a lot of money from my stories and then take long breaks whenever I want to without having to wake up for work). I write fiction when I think I have a good story down.