The Harp

As we approached the gathering, a joyful cheer erupted.

I wondered what these people were celebrating? Was it Easter? Was it someone very special's birthday? It was obviously something very important.

Several people stepped out of the crowd to affectionately greet Mom. I recognized many people I knew as a child. Others came that I never met. It seemed that even Mom did not expect some of the people who recognized her. She was quickly showered with congratulations, compliments and gratitude.

A young man in flowing robes, accompanied by the most beautiful woman I ever saw approached. A gentle, yet powerful voice rose above the crowd.

"Welcome! We have been waiting for you. We are glad you are here now that your challenges are finished. Your love for each person you met is notable."

"Since you are new here. we want to give you a magnificent welcome. Welcome to our sumptuous banquet. As part of our celebration of your arrival, please tell me if you have any special requests."

Bewildered, Mom said nothing for what seemd like a very long time. Yet, with a sense of timelessness, the festive atmosphere persisted.

"I don't know what to ask." Mom began, as she surveyed the doting crowd. "I feel like I have everything I ever wanted.'

"Is there something you always wanted to do?" The beautiful woman inquired.

"Well ... I always loved harp music and wished I could play. Would it be possible to play a harp?"

"Of course you can. You can use mine." Someone who seemed to be made of shimmering light stepped forward holding out a tall instrument with only one string.

"That should be easy enough." Mom said as she hesitantly reached for the harp.

"Go ahead." its owner encouraged. "Just touch the string."

Mom timidly made the slightest contact with the glowing string of the harp.

Suddently, the most magnificent sounds came forth. In addition, lights of colors we never saw before surrounded us. Beyond the lights and sounds, we found ourselved immersed in a sense of being held in a tender, all-encompassing love.

My baby stirred on the bed next to me. He was waking up, and it was time to start our day.

I remembered my mom's passing just a few months earlier. Now, I knew she was doing well.

Even twenty years later, this dream remains vivid in my thoughts of Mom.