My Eternity
I wake up
In a lush, green field.
Flowers of every kind
Surround me.
I think, This can’t be real,
I’m dreaming.
I hear the sound
Of children’s laughter.
They beckon me
To play with them.
I tell them, “I am too old.”,
But my voice sounds young.
I look at my reflection
In a pond.
I am a child again.
I think, This can’t be real,
I’m dreaming.
The water then ripples.
I look up and see
A figure dressed in white,
Walking on the water.
I soon realize
It is Jesus Christ,
The man I had heard of in the Bible
Many times.
He kneels next to me
And opens His arms
For a warm embrace.
I hug Him tightly,
And he chuckles softly.
He then looks at me
With His soft, brown eyes.
I ask Him, “Am I dreaming?”
He says, “No, this is real.
This is Heaven.
You will stay here with me for eternity.
Don’t worry, I will protect you.”
I hug Him once more.
He then takes my small hand
In His large one,
And leads me to my eternity.
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