Tomorrow

"Music is God’s gift to man, the only art of Heaven given to earth, the only art of earth we take to Heaven”
-Walter Savage Landor

 

 

She was listening to nature’s symphony.  The wind was whistling in the air.  The leaves of the trees were rustling against one another.  The water was pounding against the shore.  The birds were singing their own special tune.  Separately, this was just a bunch of noise but together it was music to her ears.

She saw a flash of lightning just over the horizon followed by a loud sharp crack.  Startled, she heard the rumble of thunder.  Then the rain began to fall.  This was a different soundtrack.  The music of She got a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that told her that her comfort zone was about to be disrupted.  It was now unbearable and she thought that she was not supposed to be here. She was not supposed to be in paradise.

She heard a familiar sound off in the distance . . .

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Where was that ringing sound coming from?  It was getting louder and louder and louder. 

Ding! Ding! Ding!

She woke up dazed and confused.  The book she had been reading was still in her hands.  Had it all been a bunch of Mumbo Jumbo?  It had all seemed so real.  If only she had some ruby slippers.  This place was not her home.  . .

But it was her shelter for the time being and it was chore time with the rest of the young ladies.

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Music was her only release.  It made her forget that she had been abandoned.  It made her forget that she was all she had.  It made her forget that she had to clean up after everybody else. 

Is the glass half full or half empty?  No matter how she looked at it she would probably end up having to clean it.

“Perspective.  What an interesting word.  It really is everything.”

Bliss

Somewhere Calm.  Somewhere Peaceful.  Somewhere Tranquil.  Somewhere Serene.

Somewhere Calm.

No words could be spoken. She was in complete silence.  It was just after a major storm but her vertical climb had been worth it.  Every sacrifice and all of the struggles.

Somewhere Peaceful.

She was safe here. She felt at home here.  She was at peace here.

 

Somewhere Tranquil.

Here is where she wanted to be.  All alone surrounded by her thoughts.  Those thoughts would lead to dreams.  Dreams that only emerge when absolute harmony takes over you.

Somewhere Serene.

She was in a place where the trees sway back and forth with the calmest of breezes.  A place where the water moves to its own rhythm.  A place where the land and water combine and cannot be separated.  A place where just over the horizon heaven meets earth.  So close it seems only miles away.

Here is somewhere.

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Somewhere she wanted to stay.

 

This was not what she imagined. No one ever described it like this.  There were no pearly gates.  She didn’t remember walking towards the white light but the feeling that she had was better than anything she had ever experienced before.  She knew then that she was in the right place.  There was one very important thing that remained the same . . . the direction she traveled to get there. 

“Society labels it paradise. She calls it heaven.”