it was a dream

It was easy to tell, I’m not a swimmer. My hand grasp firmly on each edge of the pool. My body soaked in the warm liquid and I let my feet enjoy the movement of the water.

I looked down and see how pure and clear the water is. From my position, I could vividly see how deep it was too. Oh inviting, slowly I moved my body, in its own modest way embracing the stillness the water offer.

I’m in control I thought, but it was also that moment that I realized my hands bit by bit is slipping away. “I can’t swim, I will be drowned” i told myself.
No one is prepared, no one see the vision. I tried to hold on tightly but my body made no move. Through my feet, I tried to reach the bottom of the pool, but I forgot that the water is as deep as the ocean.

Help, I shouted but no one is hearing me. I would die, and it’s unavoidable echoed in my mind. Soon, my body was quickly but smoothly moving down....down...but amidst the incidence I felt peace and quiet.

And so I took advantage of the calm to think and ponder all the blessings that God has bestowed on me, for all the teachings He thought and for the opportunity to experience life. I’ve seen & heard it all with perfect clarity as I utter…”Lord take me in, I’m ready to die”

Then, I woke up...