Lost in the mindless churning desert storms of half forgotten dreams and make believe fantasies of what is and what is not I look back to wonderful moments in my life and wonder were they all realities or were some of them part real, part fable and if there is fable what sort of lesson am I, this mere mortal of brain, bones, rather flabby brawn and yet with soul, meant to understand from it all.
One year ago I went on a marvellous trip to Italy with my grandson Guy, when I recall those moments now they are clouded in the mysteries of magical moments while walking through such magnificent places as the Vatican and Sistine Chapel, where totally lost in the beauty and opulence of all, their are scant recollections of what was and what was not. Vivid colours seemed to abound and link the Catholic Christian belief system into something very tangible and believable, as if here at least there is positive proof of the Christian God and of Jesus. One could almost hear the prayers and hymn singing of ancient worshippers as their feet shuffled about those architectural masterpieces and hear their sighs as they gazed in wonderment at the beautiful artworks that abounded throughout.
A perfect peace seemed to pervade through all, perhaps here was a glimpse of Heaven.
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