The Old Oak Tree (Day 1 From Cleansing Thoughts)
IT WAS ONE OF THE most beautiful meadow I had ever seen. Tall lush green grass layout before me as far as the eye could see, gently swaying with the wind as it was dancing. There was a feeling of peace and serenity unlike anything I had ever experienced, and with the strain of the past few weeks after my grandfather’s death, it was a welcome change. Then I saw it as if it had not been apart of the landscape until that moment, a tall oak tree with its outstretched branches reaching to the heavens. How beautiful was, and for some unknown reason, it seemed to bring a strong feeling of comfort to me, like I was drawing strength from it that penetrated every part of my soul. As I approached this stately tree, I noticed two figures dressed in white standing under its branches. One appeared to be tossing something into the air, catching it, only to toss it up again. As I drew near, though I did see their faces, I knew instinctively who the two men were—o...