In the midst of a Golden City, with the fierce summer sun at its Zenith, I see the cool shade of a house; a home.
It is my home, I realise, as it has always been, unbeknownst to my wandering soul.
I am lost no more, and even as the vision fades from the eye of my mind and the dark clouds of my ordinary consciousness
obscure its beautiful gardens I am overcome by the certainty of my redemption. Tears of Joy well in my eyes.
There is a place where we each belong, a place in complete harmony with who we are, and its name, as I heard it whispered
on the cool summer breeze as I flew above that golden city, is Zebul.