I prayed earnestly for our first responders, to break bread with them, both the living and the fallen. It wasn't a dream that sunny afternoon. What I experienced was so very real. A honey-hued light radiated from Him, the glorious Messiah. He was at the head of an endless table. His nail scarred hands opened in welcome. One moment, I was walking my dog, then a light enveloped me. I wasn't frightened, yet so in awe. So many of His angels attended to Him, their sparkling silver wings glimmered in the sunlight. The linen was so bright white, but no match for His orbs of compassion. We were so high above even the tallest mountain peaks on Earth. I was so very overwhelmed. He motioned for me to sit. Oh my, my prayer answered. Then, in a blink of an eye, suddenly myriads of my country's soldiers, sailors, airmen, Marines from every war America fought, from terrorist attacks, firefighters, police, their war dogs, their horses too, took their place beside their humans. Many were fallen, and some living. Those who were still breathing were summoned by the Lord in their dreams the night before. The fallen were nearby in Heaven's silver and gold clouds. We all then took our place at His table with gleaming plates, golden silverware, and crystal goblets. I turned to greet the guests close to me. The civilian heroes from Flight 93 on that fateful day of September 11, 2001. I began to converse with them, they were as if in earthly flesh and blood. I spoke of their heroism and the bravery and sacrifice of our Lord Jesus Christ, and all my other dinner guests. Actually, my Redeemer's invited guests, the ones I prayed for. My dearest Lord began to speak. His royal purple robes gently blowing in an embracing breeze. In a commanding, yet subtle voice, He greeted us all. His beauteous angels placed bread rolls, fruits, vegetables of every kind. There was no meat, as animals are not slaughtered in Heaven. There was also every variety of cheese and wine set before us. The seating chart was perfect, our Lord at the head, and many others who also gave up their lives, they have honor beyond measure. I was the only one who didn't bear scars, nor shed my blood. Jesus answered my prayer. As we began our meal with the Holy Lamb, thousands upon thousands of His angels in crisp beige robes and golden sashes began in one melodious and thundering voice the praise of Him Who was, and is and is to come. This was so beyond any other wondrous concert ever on Earth. My heart, my heart, it felt like it could burst, but with ecstasy. It beat with so much gratitude. Then, the angels began to sing with their united voices, a medley of the U.S. military armed forces branches' songs and hymns. Everyone present was so captivated. Some of my fallen Navy SEALS shipmates came by to let me know they loved my poem tribute to them, and I softly replied, "Welcome Home." I was so overcome by it all, tears streamed down my cheeks. One of the fallen K-9 police dogs looked up at me as his fallen police brother smiled so ethereal in his dark blue uniform. I patted the K-9 in appreciation. He quietly woofed. So many gallant young men and women sitting at the Lord's forevermore endless table of honor. Peace be with them forever. ~