Family

I dreamed one night of a field

And in that field there stood a door

There was no roof, no walls, no building

Only a grand doorway standing there alone

As I stood before that strange door

It slowly opened, light flooded around me

For a time I was blinded by the brilliance

Then I saw, beyond the door a stairway

Filled with curiosity I moved on forward

Through that entrance, then up the stairs

Slowly I climbed, higher and higher

Until at last I reached the top

There I stopped, my heart filled with joy

Gazing around at the bright country

All around me was perfect beauty

Yet I felt the beauty of the land unimportant

What was important was the crowd

Who had all gathered to welcome me.

All around were the loved ones I’d lost

Family and friends I knew were dead

They gathered close, welcoming me to that land

Each telling me that they were eager for the day

When I would come there to stay for good

Oh how I wished I could stay with them!

Then I was reminded of those who live yet

Of those I would be leaving behind if I stayed

With a heart of sorrow I turned back to the stairs

And slowly made my way down—back to this world