The terrain was bare and dusty. I watched us, from my minds eye, climb the steps along the steep rocky ledge with ease.
The steps were narrow and angled as if it should be hard to keep our balance. We were not afraid.
We never once thought about the rough journey that we were on no matter how dangerous our surroundings appeared.
It seems we were oblivious to the fact.
The sky was bright although the sun was not shining. Our clothing was clean and white despite the dusty trail. Our every step was as if we were skipping along smiling happily as little children excitedly anticipating the
arrival at our destination.
We descended down the rocky ledge and we could see the small chapel sitting in a valley surrounded by rocks. We entered the tiny chapel eagerly awaiting for what I do not know.
There were two rows of brown shining pews and the walls were white and the room was very bright although I saw no windows. There was a pulpit and alter the same color as the pews. We approached the small pulpit in awe of the beauty of the holy place.
Sitting on the left side of the pulpit was a small table that held a pot of flowers. The entire pot was covered in white blooms.
I looked down to my right at the small child standing beside me and smiled saying “look it is an angel’s bell.” We both looked again at the white pot of flowers. One of the blooms was waving and the sound of a ringing bell was coming out of it.
We took our place on the left side of the chapel in the second row of pews and remained standing waiting for the event to begin.
Suddenly before me a man appeared. He was a very tall man. The cuffs and the collar of his shirt were white as snow against the Black suite he wore.
He was smiling and talking to me although I can not remember his exact words. Only that they were happy words of blessings.
Then he reached out his long arm and with his long finger lightly tapped the tip of my nose. At the moment of contact I smiled as I watched the shimmering glittering dust as it exploded into the air and slowly sprinkle down.