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The Messengerby Jim Willis
I dreamed I came upon a meadowsunlit and fragrant, a small dog at my side.As we walked on in silence I sawacross the blue ribbon of a river, a field,where animal spirits licked the morning dewfrom brilliant poppies...basked in sunshine...batted at butterflies.
"Is this Heaven?" I asked.He nodded yes and as we rounded a bend in the path,I saw ahead a wondrous gardensurrounded by a halo of mist,where animals and children lay among the flowers. Cool breezes rustled leavesand over all hung an aura of beauty and peace.
"Is this Heaven, too?" I asked."An honored place," he said for those who lived a Hell on Earth -- who died of neglect, torture,unloved, unwanted and abandoned."
We walked on until we came to a precipicethat overlooked a dark canyon.Lightning crashed above the horizonand illuminated iron prisons on the desert floor.I heard the wails of captive men,the screams of women imploring for water, railing against the absence of Light amidst an acrid smoke.
Before I could ask he answered, "These were their tormentors."
We continued solemnlyuntil the sound of laughter and music greeted us, and we came upon a village square,where carefree women, children and men played at games,or walked arm in arm."They are happy," I said.He agreed and replied, "These were their rescuers.They are blessed above all."
I spent time among them until I awoke, bathed in a new peace.For whatever this Earthly day may bring,I knew that no wrongful deed goes unpunished,nor is any saving grace without its reward.
I hugged my small dog closer to my chestand blessed him as a messenger of truth and love.