The Peephole That Is the Moon

An infinite door of midnight blue; glowing peephole that is the moon. Dare I look before turned to dust? Yes, dear friend, I surely must. In the midst, a city of finest gold, large as the earth; immense and bold. Quoins of pearl, this must be known, the lusture seemed a life, it's own. Rising from it, a mountainous temple; whisps of prayers escape the steeple. Without the city, fields of crystal flowers, and trees more akin to wind chime towers. Platinum trunks doning metalic leaves. Angelic music when brushed with their wings. Out from all this, layers of various planes seemingly worlds of their own, yet all of the same. Once starving children and homeless ones too, with comforts of home; endless tables of food. One plane of great sports, children running free; prosthetics and wheelchairs, now trophies and glee. Another, Indian braves running with buffalo, women laughing carefree with children in tow. Serene planes of beaches and tropical breezes. On none was found pain, lameness or diseases. Thousands of planes, but my favorite to view; families and the ancients with no need of adieu. So euphoric, this sight, but there is more to tell, as three glorious chimes of the great temple bell. All froze still as beams of golden light transported them to the temple in quiet. The most beautiful prayers and songs arose. From within the city; pure love aglow. Three bells again and all were beamed out; some to the same planes, some different routes. I wanted so badly, to open the door and be in this place forever more, but the door was locked and I had no key, then an angel turned and flew towards me. Approaching the peephole, that is the moon, It said, "Don't worry, you'll be here soon." I have need of a key, I began to implore, and it slipped a note neath the midnight door. I unfolded the note; three lines within, and three nails fell out; payment of sin. The first line proclaimed, the door was faith. The second; the beams are God's loving grace. Overcome by peace as I read the third line. Jesus is the way, the truth and the light, and I remembered a scripture that so sweetly states; "For by grace, through faith, are ye saved."