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Building of Treasures
One man's celestial journey
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I floated like a puffy white dandelion seed riding a warm summer breeze.
The streets and buildings below had a shine that showed no sign of wear.
"Where am I? What is this, some sort of new city?" A current was
guiding me closer to the city below. I gazed at the surroundings. The
street had a soft glow, not quite yellow but more like a brass metallic
hue or perhaps gold. I looked upward and saw something moving slowly down
off in the distant sky. I notice another on my left and yet another on my
right.
When I glanced down, I was standing in front of a pure white building. The door opened as I approached it, gliding into a hallway of a thousand doors. The doorways were trimmed in gold, highly polished to a brilliant shine. I could make out details of the fine engravings, leaves and grapes with images so defined that it could only be done by a master. Door by door I passed and yet every doorway was unique. There were plaques on the top center of the doors. I tried to read them, but could not make out the writings as I drifted by. I never felt the motion stop but realize I was standing in a doorway. I studied the artistic engraving and became engulfed with the images amongst the fruits and foliage. I had seen these somewhere before, but could not recall where or when. Looking up to the plaque I could see the writing. I knew then that this place, this doorway and whatever lay behind the door were meant for me. Copyright1998©Gerald King |
