The old tavern

As far as the eye could see, there were many wooden shelves, all carved from the old oak that used to be out back in the garden. The shelves held many boxes, all made from priceless pearls. You could hear the thumping coming from each box, that of a heart beat in one’s chest. 

There was an old man, disgruntled yet somehow he seemed to have been there before. He admired the wood work in the old tavern, and when he came to the boxes; he made an astonishing discovery. Opening one of them, he found a tablet with a name etched in the stone. He blew off the dust of one of the tablets, as the name inscribed started to shimmer. Words jumped off the stone saying, “My beloved son in whom I am well pleased, enter in.” The name on the tablet started to transform into a bod. In the twinkling of an eye he saw the future in his hands. (the rapture) Afraid he dropped the box and it closed. The tablet and the hologram of the rapture with the name and words spoken were drawn back inside the box, and the shining light left the room.

The old man found a fountain inside pouring forth pure spring water, took a drink, looked at himself as he became young again. Not to be mistaken for the fountain of youth, no this was different. When he drank from it, his mind became pure as well. It was as if God’s living water was flowing in that tavern. He went out back where the tree stump was that had built the tavern and a Man was sitting there fishing by the lake. The now young man asked him, “What are you doing out here in the middle of no where?” 

“Making a place for My children,” He said. They talked all throughout the day, and yet there seemed to be no night or moon, just light and life illuminating from the man who caught fish, as they ate and talked about all kinds of things. 

He closed his eyes thinking he was going to sleep, but when he opened them, he found himself an old man again, back in his bed, “Was it all a dream?”, or could it be what is to come?