The Pool

We were walking this path, the many of us some known, some unknown A path that went sometime up and sometime down and then it also went around, a bend, a curve and up an icy steep But the journey was concentric to us all you see, diverging and coming back together Now we had come to an outspreading in the road many there were that had arrived at this sheltered area In the near distance we beheld a pool sitting before nestled in the earth, its arms holding it there it was not particularly lovely or spectacular, but of nature it seemed, carved by the creator Himself. I thought not much of it, another place of water refreshing and inviting, on our journey to beyond I lifted my eyes to the other side and beheld a man, He stood... softly looking, waiting. . . as my eyes met his I fell into the arms of Love, His compassion melted my very soul, my heart fell at His feet No longer aware of my surroundings, I was lost in His gaze, This was He whom my soul loveth, the gift from Our Father, the sacrifice slain from the Foundation of the World, I had seen Him before but not as now. We stood locked in the arms of Love personified moment of epiphany that would change me from the core my existence, I would walk from here with a rearranging of my cells. Without words being spoken, He . . . made me to know, the waters before me were Love, through them I would have to cross for my journey to be complete. I stood transfixed in that moment, knowing I would go back to be tested in every area of my life . . . making love the catalyst of everything I did from that time on, unaware as I walked away, my steps were taking me into the refiners fire I would not come forth until that process was complete.. Since, I have screamed, prayed, fell on my face weeping and begged to be taken from that fire, but a deal was struck that day not to be taken lightly and something strong within me was forged. . . the dross is being purged a little at a time. . . until the culmination . . . I shall step from that fire unable and unwilling to ever, return to my former state. Each person stood at the pool that day, making their own choice, not knowing it was destiny for we were standing in. . . The Valley of Decision. sharon     September 2000