In the far sea

In the far sea

Several large ships sailed towards the North Pole; their purpose was to discover the boundary between land and sea, and also to test how far humans could sail. They had been sailing in fog and ice for years, and had suffered a lot. Now it was the cold winter, and the sun was gone. The long night would last for weeks. All around were endless blocks of ice, and they froze the ships in it. The snow piled up so high that people built wasp-like huts in the snowdrifts - some were big, like our ancient tombs; some were even bigger, and could hold three or four people at the same time. But it wasn't pitch black here; the red and blue colors of the Northern Lights were like unquenchable, large fireworks. The snow glowed naturally, and the big eyes were shrouded in a dim glow.

When the sky is at its brightest, the local natives come out in droves. They look very new in leather jackets, fluffy leather jackets. They make skis out of ice cubes and sit on them, and they transport bundles of hides so that their igloos can be covered with warm carpets. The hides can also be used to make quilts and mattresses. When it's freezing outside, it's freezing beyond our imagination, sailors can go to bed wrapped in these warm quilts.

Where we live, it's still just golden autumn. Living in the ice and snow, they can't help but think of it. They recalled the warm sunshine in their hometown, and at the same time they couldn't help but think of the red leaves hanging on the trees. The hour hand on the clock told them that it was time for night to go to bed. In fact, two people in the igloo had already lay down to sleep.

The youngest of the two carried with him his best and most precious treasure - a Bible. It was given to him by his grandmother before he left. Every night he put the Bible under his pillow, and he knew what it was about since childhood. He read a short passage every day, and every time he opened it, he read these holy words, which brought him great comfort: "If I spread my wings in the morning and fly to the ends of the sea to live, then even there your left hand will guide me, and your right hand will uphold me."

He meditated on these philosophical words, and with confidence closed his eyes. Slowly he fell asleep and fell asleep. God brought him spiritual revelation in the form of dreams. The body was resting and the soul was active, and he could clearly feel it; it was like those kind, familiar, old songs; it was like the summer wind, blowing gently around him, warm and comfortable. From where he slept, he saw a ray of daylight spreading over him, as if something was shining in from the snow roof. He looked up and saw that the white light was not coming from the wall or the ceiling. It came from the two wings on Angel's shoulders. He looked into the angel's glowing, soft face.

The Angel rose from the pages of the Bible as from the calyx of a lily. He opened his arms, and the walls of snow fell slowly down as if they were just a light mist. In the beautiful golden autumn, the green grasslands, hills and auburn woods of his hometown were bathed in the sun and unfolded quietly. The stork's nest was empty, but the wild apple trees were still full of fruit, although the leaves had fallen. The gorgeous roses shot red; in front of the window of one of his farmhouses, a lively starling was singing in a small green cage. The starling was singing exactly the song he had taught it before. The grandmother hung some bird food on the cage, as he, her grandson, had done before. The blacksmith's young and beautiful daughter was standing by the well drawing water. She nodded lightly to her grandmother, who waved to her, and showed her a letter from a distant place: this letter had been sent from the cold North Pole on this very day. Her grandson is now under God's protection and lives there.

They couldn't help laughing, and then they couldn't help crying; and he, who lived in the ice and snow, couldn't help laughing and weeping with them spiritually under Angel's wings. They read aloud the words of God written in the letter: Even if you live at the ends of the sea, "Your right hand will support me." From all around came the beautiful sound of hymns chanted. On this young man in the dream, Angel spread his wings like a mist.

His dream was over. The snow was naturally dark, but with the Bible under his head, his heart was full of confidence and hope. "In this place at the ends of the sea", God is by his side, and so is home!