Vanessa Borg

This is a Meditation Our Vanessa wrote in High School at the age of 14.
It was the Year of May,1996

As the power from deep within me filled up an imaginary circle it took on a color. Green. Flashes of different shades of Green unfolded before me. This immense amount of power was drawn in through my feet first, rising into my knees, then up to my thighs, my chest, down my arms and into my hands.
I entered the most beautiful room imaginable. In this room there were elaborate tapestries, the richest wallpaper, and a huge velvety sofa with a breathtaking view of a lake out the window. At the very end of my ''God Room'' there was a door.But, unlike any other door it could not be opened normally. I was the only one who knew how this door could be opened. So I did open it and as I entered the next room I found myself standing on top of a glittering crystal staircase. As I went down this staircase, I felt as if I was floating, not walking. At the end of my staircase there was another door. At first it looked kind of strange. Then I noticed something peculiar. This door looked very much like the cover of a Bible. I looked even further and found that on the cover of this’ Bible'' there was ''Jesus and Vanessa’ written in the most beautiful gold calligraphy ever. I opened the door in the same was I did the others and found myself standing in a lush field.
I continued walking and found something at my feet. I t was a flower. I picked it up and held it. As I walked through this lush field I came to a babbling brook. I noticed it was pretty wide for a brook. I swam across it with much ease. When I reached the other side, I walked across a smaller field. At the end of this small field I came to a path that was obstructed with branches and leaves. I picked up one of the branches and began to clear the path. Soon it became wider and wider and wider, until it became a road.
I was hesitant to walk down this road, although I am not sure why. I was still hesistant.A little way down the road; I saw a group of people talking. As I approached them I noticed one of them was Jesus. He called me over and introduced me to his friends, who seemed to have been the Disciples. They were all very friendly. I stayed and talked to them a while. Yet I do not remember what I talked about. Jesus said that he was going to be on his way. He asked if I would join him. I said ''yes'' and we said our good byes to his friends. I said it was very nice to have met them. Jesus and I were on our way. We walked through a very pretty hamlet with two general stores, a bakery, a school, and a spectacular church which appeared to be made completely out of marble. I could not help but to ask Jesus;’ what church is this?’ He answered;’ This is the House Of God''I walked up to the front of the church and placed the flower I had found earlier on the feet of the Virgin Mary statue.
I continued to walk with Jesus and I soon noticed that we were walking up hill. We continued walking and the hill became steep. I noticed that neither of us were getting tired from the strenuous walk. We finally reached the top. There were many people up there sitting or talking or even praying. From up there I noticed I could see my house. It was very close actually. I saw my Parents and friends all laughing and talking and having a very good time. All of a sudden I got this terrible homesickenss.Jesus noticed I was upset and asked me what was wrong? I told Him I wanted to go and be with my family. In an instant I was in my living room telling my family about my Journey. Strangely enough nobody believed me.

Vanessa's Teacher wrote,’ a very powerful meditation. It is very clear and beautiful.'' A+

Dear Vanessa,

                        A bouquet of beautiful memories,
                        Sprayed with lots of tears,
                        Wishing God could have spared you,
                        If just for a few more years.

                        It does not take a special day,
                        For us to think of you,
                        Each Mass we hear,
                        Each prayer we say,
                        Is offered up for you.

                        We cannot bring the old days back,
                        When we were all together,
                        Our family chain is broken now,
                        But memories live forever.
    
                                                                 With much love
                                                                             
                                                                               Aunty Rita, Uncle Sam, Samantha,Brandon,Zachary
                                                                                                                         George & Little Preston.
                                                                                                                                    xxxxxx