
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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