st bosco dream part 1

 A Glimpse of Heaven given to Saint John Bosco:(part 1)

It suddenly seemed to me that I was standing on a small mound or hillock , on the rim of a broad plain so far-reaching that the eye could not compass its boundaries lost in vastness.

All was blue , blue as the calmest sea, though what I saw was not water. It resembled a highly polished , sparkling sea of glass. Stretching out beneath , behind and on either side of me was an expanse of what looked like seashore.

Broad, imposing avenues divided the plain into grand gardens of indescribable beauty , each broken up by thickets , lawns, and flower beds of varied shapes and colors.

None of the plants we know could ever give you an idea of those flowers , although there was a resemblance of sorts. The very grass, the flowers, the trees, and the fruit-----all were of singular and magnificent beauty. Leaves were of gold, trunks and boughs were of diamonds, and every tiny detail was in keeping with this wealth. The various kinds of plants were beyond counting.

Each species and each single plant sparkled with a brilliance of its own. Scattered throughout those gardens and spread over the entire plain I could see countless buildings whose architecture , magnificence, harmony , grandeur and size were so unique that one could say all the treasures of earth could not suffice to build a single one. If only my boys ( St. Bosco's students) had one such house, I said to myself, how they would love it, how happy they would be, and how much they would enjoy being there! Thus ran my thoughts as I gazed upon the exterior of those buildings , but how much greater must their inner splendor have been!

As I stood there basking in the splendor of those gardens, I suddenly heard music most sweet---- so delightful and enchanting a melody that I could never adequately describe it...A hundred thousand instruments played, each with its own sound, uniquely different from all others, and every possible sound set the air alive with its resonant waves.

I suddenly heard music most sweet.

Blended with them were the songs of choristers. In those gardens I looked upon a multitude of people enjoying themselves happily , some singing, others playing, but every note had the effect of a thousand different instruments playing together. At one and the same time if you can imagine such a thing, one could hear all the notes of the chromatic scale, from the deepest to the highest , yet all in perfect harmony. Ah yes, we have nothing on earth to compare with that symphony....

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