A Dream I had

Ever upward I climbed, effortlessly, pain and fatigue I had none.

With each passing foot of altitude, I could feel I was getting nearer to something special, something I’d longed for.

Some special knowledge or awareness?

All I knew was that I was being drawn upward.  

Ever upward.

I climbed that mountain so high that I entered a layer of clouds.  Although I could see very little in the murky fog, I was still drawn upward toward the enticing unknown.

It seemed a long time I climbed through the gray murk and although my earthly vision was limited, I was not afraid.

As if the fulfillment of a lifetime or more of longing would be my reward when I reached my destination.

Finally, there was more light above me and I was drawn more powerfully upward.

Soon it was so bright I began to shield my eyes.

When I finally stepped up above that cloud into the bright unfiltered sunshine, I was blinded for a time, and had to cover my eyes.

My eyes adjusted and I beheld the most amazing beauty in that azure sky, and I knew that I was in the presence of my maker.  I bathed and basked in warmth of unconditional love and acceptance.

I looked around and discovered there were many, many other mountain peaks reaching through the clouds, yearning for their creator.

And then I noticed something that did not surprise me, but rather made me feel the warm embrace of the Almighty even more than before.

On top of each mountain was a man or woman, seemingly enjoying the same moment as I.

Hundreds and thousands, for as far as I could see and beyond, from all walks and all faiths, each having passed through that final cloud bank and reaching the summit of their mountain in the same way I had made it to mine.

By following their own personal path.

The lovely watercolor is courtesy of the fabulous Alba Escayo.  More of her work can be seen at albaescayo.com.

Thanks for reading!

cma