The Gilded Gate…
Thunder bellows from the sky, descending to valley floor,
it roused me from a deep sleep; the one lying beside me
does not move they do not wake. It quickly becomes darker,
the profound sounds hold angrily above the valley bounces
off the forest, trees sways in the wind. Without warning,
the winds spiral upward into the thunder and lightning.
The valley was like a ringed abyss.
The wind continued like torment and blaspheming.
A sadness began to settle in, is this the outer certainty
of hell? I questioned my faith, would my lover and I
die within this doomed place, God please hear my
pleading. I cried. Did I fall asleep, did I fall into a restless
dream, and then an obedient voice was heard. Within this
dream. I witnessed countless people, their hopelessness
as they walked slowly through a gate.
The dream continued on, leaving me bewildered in my darkest
deepest sleep. Before me rose a widening light, it filled half
of the darkness, “Who Master are those that walk through the
gilded gate”. My master smiles at me, it was then that the gate
opens to me wide green lawns stretched as far as the eyes could see.
Then marvelous spirits approached. I moved quickly trying to walk
into the moving light.
I woke and the darkness fell around me, the wind had left the valley,
I would live for another day.