Within Heaven's Gates by Rebecca Springer

Author:Rebecca Springer [Unknown]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: heaven
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 9

A VISIT WITH A SPECIAL FRIEND

After we left my parents and friends, Frank hurried away on some mission, and I walked on alone toward the sacred lake. I felt the need for a rest in its soothing waters after all the excitement.

Only a few people lingered on the shore. The boats that sped across its calm surface seemed to be filled with messengers intent upon some duty rather than pleasure-seekers. I walked slowly down into the water and soon found myself floating in mid-current.

The wonderful prismatic rays blended into a golden glory, with different shades of rose and purple flashing their splendor. To me it seemed even more beautiful than the rainbow, just like the joys of our adult life caused the more frivolous pleasures of youth to fade.

I heard the chimes from the silver bell of the great city ringing an anthem as I lay there. Its notes seemed to chant, "Holy! Holy!

Holy! Lord God Almighty!" The waters took up the song, and a thousand waves about me responded, "Holy! Holy! Holy!"

Language fails me—I cannot hope to convey this experience to others. It was grand, wonderful, overpowering. I lay and listened until my whole being was filled with the divine melody, and I seemed to be a part of the great chorus. Then I, too, lifted up my voice and joined with full heart in the thrilling song of praise.

A Journey To The Far Shore

To my surprise, I found that I floated rapidly away from the shore where I had entered the water. After a time I was conscious that I was approaching a portion of the lake shore I had never yet visited. Refreshed and invigorated, I ascended the sloping banks to find myself in the midst of a lovely village, similar to the one where our own home was situated. There was some difference in the architecture or construction of the houses, though they were no less beautiful than others I had seen. Many were constructed of polished woods and somewhat resembled the finest chalets in Switzerland. Yet, they far surpassed them in artistic beauty.

As I wandered on, feasting my eyes upon the lovely views about me, I was particularly pleased by the appearance of an unusually attractive house. Its broad verandas almost overhung the waters of the lake, and the wide low steps along one side of the house met the water's edge. Several graceful swans leisurely drifted about with the current, and a delightful bird was singing and swinging in the low branches overhead. There were many larger and more imposing homes nearby, but none were as charming as this one.

I saw a woman sitting beneath one of the large flowering trees close by this cottage home. She was weaving, apparently without shuttle or needle, a snow-white, gossamer-like fabric that fell in a soft, fleecy heap at her side. She was so very small in stature that at first I thought she was a child. But a closer look showed her to be a mature woman, though the glow of youth was still on her smooth cheeks.

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