The Kingdom of God

May 28, 2010
By Anonymous

Silence.
What is happening?
Purity, deepening.
Who knows what's to come?
A white stone.
A diamond?
No
A clean white stone.
It isn't heavy.
Someone else is holding it for me.
Who bears this weight, but He?
He brought me here, to his castle.
I look at the stone and see
a scribble
a beautiful marking
a scribble from He.
It is my name
a name that no one knows
the gift of a name from He.
And- oh!- such noise!
I can't know if it's flowing through my ears of through my blood.
What is it saying?
Hallelujah.
Hallelujah.
Hallelujah, deepening.
I find myself singing,
drifting,
floating,
wallowing in the glory of,
His praises
the beauty
that no one truly knows.
How can anyone feel,
feel this affection?
weightless.
Careless.
Safety from the unknown.
Unknown? Why bother?
Nothing matters but this feeling,
this love
the love from He
He who holds me close
as we float
above the sea,
of crystals, clear,
this moment, dear,
don't let me go.
No, never let me go.
The color!
Color,
color, deepening
above this sea,
of green, no, blue,
and pinkish too,
the divine color
so white and pure,
but colorful white,
a simple cure
to all my problems.
They are no more
as I soar
in the kingdom of God.


The author's comments:
I wrote this after reading an article describing heaven in the February 2006 issue of Brio magazine. Don't judge it too harshly, it was my view of heaven at that time. The article said that in heaven everyone gets a new name. I really liked that idea and it inspired me to write a fantasy about being with my God.

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