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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 4 – Masters)
Topic: Endless (01/09/14)

TITLE: Timeless Wonder
By Marlene Bonney
01/14/14


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The rose petal is smooth and velvety soft beneath my touch. I examine it long and tenderly, the depth of color pigmentation and varying microscopic details, inspirational. In the other world, I needed glasses to have perfect vision, but in this perfect existence, I can switch from 20/20 to telescopic at will. This day I am tending the easternmost flower garden located a light year away from the Great Throne; but still, His presence envelopes me like a warm security blanket. I sign in blissful contentment, for this is one of my favorite places in the Kingdom.

“How magnificent is Your creation, Father,” I exclaim, in wonder that I still can see it as from a child’s eyes.

I gaze at the vast array of buds and blooms stretching into so many acres, I could spend a human lifetime just walking through the paths. The scents of lilacs mingle with the heady perfumes of magnolias, violets, sweet peas, and gardenias in random precision. I order a heavy mist to descend, misty even through the rays of reigning effervescent light.

I can be here amidst the kaleidoscope of nature for a New Earth second, which in human age, could be a decade or an eon. Time isn’t relevant here, except for Sabbath rest. Birds and bees and butterflies abound as I revel in this unadulterated beauty. I smile while a sparrow lights upon me, acknowledging its presence with a brief, gentle stroke across its fluttering wing and marvel anew as I watch its tiny heart throbbing beneath its breast.

“How miraculous are Your works, O Lord,” my heart and voice joining a thousand others in praise to our King.

My duties at an end for the day, I seek out Simon Peter for a chat. I love all the disciples, but Peter appeals to me today. His blustery demeanor breaking through his hardy laugh in bursts of pent-up energy, unsuppressed when I visit, makes me smile in anticipation. His mansion is as open and expansive as his ready smile and decorated to his simple, Spartan taste. I find him, eventually, walking along the sandy shore of his lake, squishing his massive toes between the mounds of wet sand in delightful wonder. I sit on his Rock beside him presently, and ask him for a story from long ago when the Master dwelt amongst him and his friends in the Old World. His voice has its own unique musicality that soon draws a larger audience, including some of the favored few who walked and talked with the Teacher before . . .

Someone mentions that Autumn’s leaves are falling on past the Jordan and I can hardly wait to go there to see the delicate whisper of their colorful descent from the towering oak, maple, and elm trees prevalent there. Fall had always been my favorite season in the Old Life, which is why my palace is adorned with fragrant hanging boughs of leafy foliage of acorns and dahlias and dazzling red salvias. The street that leads to my home is lined with dozens of trees and the sidewalk is topped with crisp, fallen leaves every afternoon without fail, but there’s just something about the trees beyond Jordan . . . after watching its display, I go on to Winter Island where angels are making humans in the snow and playing tag in a delightful frolic that makes me laugh. Several of us make snowballs and have a merry game of fox and geese at the foot of Snowcap Mountain.

Soon after, I sense my Savior calling me to sup with Him, which is the BEST heaven has to offer. We commune beside His throne--just He and I--and I am complete and at perfect peace in His pure Love. He tells me of tomorrow’s blessings prepared for me; I am looking forward to working amongst the animals at Bethlehem Stables. I especially enjoy grooming, petting, and feeding the menagerie at the Beth’s Crossings and know I will feel the reward of labor well-spent at day’s end.

I have yet to taste other delights planned for me, but I know they will be just right and eternally gauged to be forever new in my sight. I asked the Father once, if I could climb one of my trees and count all the leaves and examine each one to my heart’s content.

“My child,” He responded, “you have ample and endless opportunity to do so!”

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“. . . Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love Him.” I Corinthians 2:9


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Terry R A Eissfeldt 01/21/14
I always enjoy Heaven stories and yours was magical in its own way! Great descriptions - you must be an avid gardener - what a blessing! Thanks
Sunny Loomis 01/22/14
Very good descriptions. The garden sounds beautiful. Good job. Thank you.
Linda Goergen01/22/14
Delightful perspective of Heaven and its endless wonders presented here! Great job!