Heaven.

I don’t know about you guys, but this makes me super excited for Heaven. 🙂

“Those hills,” said Lucy, “the nice woody ones and the blue ones behind–aren’t they very like the southern border of Narnia.”
    “Like!” cried Edmund after a moment’s silence. “Why they’re exactly like. Look, there’s Mount Pire with his forked head, and there’s the pass into Archenland and everything!”
    “And yet they’re not like,” said Lucy, “They’re different. They have more colors on them and they look further away than I remembered and they’re more… more… oh, I don’t know….”
    “More like the real thing,” said the Lord Digory softly.

     Suddenly Farsight the Eagle spread his wings, soared thirty or forty feet up into the air, circled round and then alighted on the ground. “Kings and Queens,” he cried, “we have all been blind. We are only beginning to see where we are. From up there I have seen it all— Ettinsmuir, Beaversdam, the Great River, and Cair Paravel still shining on the edge of the Eastern Sea. Narnia is not dead. This is Narnia.”
    “But how can it be?” said Peter. “For Aslan told us older ones that we should never return to Narnia, and here we are.”
    “Yes,” said Eustace. “And we saw it all destroyed and the sun put out.”
    “And it’s all so different,” said Lucy.
    “The Eagle is right,” said the Lord Digory. “Listen, Peter. When Aslan said you could never go back to Narnia, he meant the Narnia you were thinking of. But that was not the real Narnia. That had a beginning and an end. It was only a shadow or a copy of the real Narnia, which has always been here and always will be here: just as our own world, England and all, is only a shadow or copy of something in Aslan’s real world. You need not mourn over Narnia, Lucy. All of the old Narnia that mattered, all the dear creatures, have been drawn into the real Narnia through the Door. And of course it is different; as different as a real thing is from a shadow or as waking life is from a dream.” . . .

    The difference between the old Narnia and the new Narnia was like that. The new one was a deeper country: every rock and flower and blade of grass looked as if it meant more. I can’t describe it any better than that: if you ever get there, you will know what I mean.
   It was the Unicorn you summed up what everyone was feeling. He stamped his right forehoof on the ground and neighed and then cried: “I have come home at last! This is my real country! I belong here. This is the land I have been looking for all my life, though I never knew it till now. The reason why we loved the old Narnia is that it sometimes looked a little like this.”

One response to “Heaven.”

  1. Heidi says :

    I. LOVE. that. part. it’s so beautiful.

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