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Reflected Glory
© 2009 - William C. Highsmith

"Grandpa, look at the sky!" cried the young child. "It looks like it's on fire."

The old man smiled and replied, "No, it is not on fire. Maybe it is a reflection from heaven's streets of gold."

"My Sunday School teacher told us about the streets of gold. I think my Granny likes to walk there," said the child.

Dave began to have reflections himself. It has been two years and seven months since his wife of many years was called home.

How he had missed her.

Finally now, he could rejoice when he thought of her. Like his little granddaughter, he too could envision her walking the streets of gold. He would no longer have her live in this world of time. Time has a tendency to hurt and destroy.

"Look Grandpa! - I picked you a flower," said the child.

"Why thank you - I'll put it in a vase. Let's go inside. I think your Mama must have supper ready by now."

By William C. Highsmith - November 26, 2009



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