Heaven can wait--------------a dream

Being one of the world's most celebrated artists, many feeling a deep connection to him, giving of himself, loving, nurturing, his own life, one of many discrepancies, and disappointments, the public eye, always following. Feelings of greatness, persuing as many charities, setting the world record, for his charitable causes. Sharing his fortune and fame, dressing like the prince, that he is. News of his death, spreads worldwide, the whole world in shock, his saddened fans all over the world, beyond any presidential death, ever recorded, the world losing an angel, to heaven. On the eve of his death, my dreams take me to another place and time, Heaven, as we know it, up there, beyond the clouds, forever, with no end. The dream, I dreamed, I'll take with me, forever. Amen

Looking down on the earth, a round ball suspended in space, looking around me, not alarmed, a misty fog hanging in the thin air, no sunshine. A path leads me, to a man walking towards me. When he sees me, he stops, looking my way.He seems scared of me. I recognize him, continuing to walk to him, putting out my hand to him, hello I say, I don't know you, he replies, in his soft, sweet, angelic voice. I know you, I say, and I love you. He reaches for my hand, and we start walking down the path. A soft chorus of angels, serenade him, he looks behind and smiles. A short ways down the path, we come upon a coffee shop, walking in, sitting down, across from each other, holding hands now, across the table. I didn't see who brought the coffee, but we shared one cup, a large mouthed coffee cup, rimmed in gold. Looking into the cup, a wishing well, like feeling. Making small talk, we get up to leave. Before we reach the door, he reaches into his coat, and takes out what looks like a few thousand dollars. There was no one to take the money, for the coffee, nor a cash register to ring. Realizing that I was coming back to earth, and he had no use for it up there, I picked up the money, and put it in my pocket. Leaving the coffee shop, back on the path again, I ask him if he would like to meet my father. He agrees, and we walk a little ways, down the path. Coming upon, what looked like a grey, concrete cubicle, I notice my father's legs, in black, the color he mostly wore. I don't remember if I noticed his shoes. I spoke, dad would you like to meet my friend? No answer, and no movement from my father. Realizing that he wasn't coming out, I urged my friend, for us to leave. We got back on the path, walking towards the misty nowhere, a fresh feeling, the air as light as an angels feathers. He stopped, facing me. he opened his jacket, and handed me an envelope. I opened the envelope, unfolding the piece of paper, that was in it. It is too personal, to reveal to you, what was written on the piece of paper. I looked deep into his eyes, pools of everlasting life, in heaven.

Upon awakening, I cried for a few minutes, the most heartfelt dream, that has ever come to me. Beautiful, thank you Lord. P.s. I am sure glad there is a coffee shop in heaven. Also from this dream, I have realized that there are many steps to heaven. My father had no business being there, surely he started on the bottom rung. A surprise like no other, finding him there? My friend went straight there, no hell or pergatory. sincerely.