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Home At Last
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Trinity Dragon PM
My personal take on one's ascention to Heaven after death. I was inspired while watching the Windows Media Player on my computer.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry/Spiritual - Words: 166 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 03-27-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2141294
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Home At Last

I start in darkness.

Someone lifts me, as if on an elevator.

I do not know what is happening, but I have an idea.

I am lifted.

Straight through the clouds and to the stars.

I feel peace and calm.

I enter a tunnel.

The walls are color.

The end of the tunnel is far away.

I pick up speed.

The colors change.

It is quiet.

I travel faster than sound.

The colors start changing rapidly.

Right through the red shift.

I travel faster than light.

I see colors more pure than a rainbow.

I feel overwhelming peace.

It is bright.

But it is not harsh.

Electric currents line the path.

The end is nearer now.

I still do not know how far.

There is no sense of distance.

I break through.

I am peace.

I walk on the streets of gold.

There is no sun.

There are no stars.

There is only Him.

"Welcome," He says.

He embraces me.

Home at last.

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