In his book The Last Battle, Lewis gives a vivid picture of what it is like to pass from death to eternal life:
"'The term is over: the holidays have begun. The dream is ended: this is the morning.'
And as He spoke, He no longer looked to them like a lion; but the things that began to happen after that were so great and beautiful that I cannot write them. And for us this is the end of all the stories, and we can most truly say that they all lived happily ever after. But for them, it was only the beginning of the real story. All their life in this world and all their adventures in Narnia had only been the cover and the title page: now at least they were beginning Chapter One of the Great Story which no one on earth has read: which goes on for ever: in which every chapter is better than the one before."
This short passage nearly brings tears to my eyes. Not of sorrow, but of expectant joy, looking forward to Chapter One of the Great Story.
Lewis is masterful at his craft. If only I could write like him... Not as a parrot, but with the depth and imagery he employs.