One night in his sleep, a man had a vision of two kings. The first king, to his left, appeared not heavy, yet not thin. Seated at his throne and in a souls expression. He had a full head of dark hair with a neatly trimmed mustache and beard, touched with streaks of gray. His eyelids were heavy and his stare was not able to come and meet another's eyes. He wore a dark satin shirt, a leather vest studded with silver and gems, and a crown of gold with large jewels. He sat not so relaxed, his head pitched just a minute forward. At his feet an open treasure chest. It was filled and pouring over with gold coins, gems, deeds and more. The second king, to his right, appeared slightly heavier, older and wiser. Seated back, content and self assured. Wrapped in a pale soft cotton robe. He had longer slightly thinning gray and white hair, a flowing beard and mustache all freely expressed. His head leaned ever so slightly back, his eyes gleamed as they seemed to see all and at once,. On his head, shoulders, lap, and all around his feet and chair were animals of all sorts in harmony and snuggling to him. When the man awakened that morning, in recollection, hugging his family, he realized that he always had at hand, all that is true, all that is alive, and all that matters.
by Michael J. Rogers