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When man became aware of good
and bad, of Heaven and Hell, of darkness and light, he
questioned God. "What is Heaven like, God?"
God sat down with man, in a
quaint little garden, took in a big breath, and explained
what Heaven was like to man. Man watched enraptured, not
interrupting, and barely breathing. When God had finished
with his description, man dropped his arms down at his
sides, shook his head and mumbled, "It is all so grand and
beyond anything I have here, around me, to compare with. I
cannot envision the place of which you speak."
Man, seeing that God studied
him with a perplexed look on his countenance. Fearing he had
disappointed God, hung his head and moisture collected in
his eyes. God stood, wiped debris from the back of his
garment and walked over to man. He laid a hand on man's
shoulder and said He was sorry He had not been able to
convey the glorious nature of Heaven to man. Feeling
disheartened that he had let his creation down, God turned
and walked away from man.
Man did not move. He still
sat there, head hanging down, arms at his sides. And a tear
rolled off each cheek and fell to the earth below the boy.
You see, this human was yet a boy. Not yet the man he would
become. And though understanding came easily to the boy,
more so than it might to an adult, the boy still needed a
frame of reference when learning about the more abstract
concepts, especially ones that required a great deal of
faith.
Several yards, now, away from
the boy, God paused. A smile sketched across his face. The
boy did not notice that God had stopped.
God held out his left arm,
thrust his palm out before Him, and grinned. He was still
facing away from the boy. God heard the boy sob, then God
nodded. To Himself, He said, "I've something here, lad, that
will best express to you what is most wondrous about Heaven.
And here, also, is a bright light, contained within this
vessel. No matter how dark your world. No matter how abysmal
your thoughts. No matter how long the nights! The
illumination contained within this receptacle will shatter
the blackest black. This creation of mine will remain at
your side through the lowest and the highest moments of your
life. This creation embodies the virtues of Heaven and all
the joys."
He turned back toward the
boy, left arm extended. "Here," He whispered softly. "A
slice of Heaven. Now, you will understand!" A sparkling dust
gathered and swirled from the tips of God's hand, became
substance, then bounded off, toward the boy. God canted his
head and watched, pleased with Himself. Knowing the boy
would wonder no more about what Heaven was like.
Gazing down at the soil
beneath his feet, the boy saw a shadow fast approaching,
loping straight for him. Before he could stand to flee, a
pink tongue flicked across his fingers. A bushy tail thumped
against his legs. And a mouth full of white teeth smiled up
at him. Soft ears flopped back as the creature stared up
into the boy's eyes. A private communication was exchanged
between the boy and the creature. The boy giggled, bent
down, and swept the animal up into his arms. The boy then
regarded God, realization on his face.
"He is a living mirror of
Heaven, and therefore, a mirror of me. Out of a great
affection for the creature that reflects back so much of
what Heaven is, and in so doing, he reflects back so much of
what I am I have named him dog. Treat him well, for no other
will be as true to you, nor teach you as much as this one
small creature will... This precious bundle of puppy!"
?© 2003 by Kathy Anne Harris
bluebelliedlizard @ earthlink.net
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I am an author and four of my
books have been published. They are available at Amazon.com,
Borders.com, Xlibris.com, and other online dealers. You can
also order them from your local bookstore. I also write
poetry. I'm not really restricted to any genre when writing
which opens up a world of creative subjects for me to write
about.
I enjoy the freedom this
gives me as I have a very vivid imagination and I love to
observe the world around
Kathy Anne Harris
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"One touch of nature makes the whole world kin."
--William Shakespeare, playwright.
"And forget not that the
earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to
play with your hair."
--Kahlil Gibran
My
website:
http://mistdrifter.tripod.com/ToShareWithYou.html
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May you be blessed today
Bob Johnston
Editor / Publisher
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