Gold is often used as a symbol of wealth; it is a symbol of the wealth and life that is nourished by the sun, the generator for all that grows on earth. The bounty that flows from the heavens, the sun, is seemingly boundless and only limited by our own ability to witness it. A bridge is a symbolic and literal representation of a connection between realms; being strong enough to support its own weight and simultaneously flexible enough to withstand the changes and shifts that occur during its lifetime.
The city that lay below this mortal bridge, a golden bridge representing the precious fragility of the land of the living, is divided through both the sky and the earth. It is of one creation yet there is division, a line tracing from its summit to its origins far below. This divided land is of prophetic origin, symbolizing the parable of the wheat and weeds, stating that the wicked and the just alike will be reaped when the time comes; as it says in the Holy Bible to protect the innocent from death.
An Angel falls from the sky in an ocean of light, carrying with it the silver glow of the Holy Spirit, and its presence inspires all the true elements of the earth; the silver is emanating from the sun in the day, it reflects from the moon by night, and as the light penetrates the division of the world it anoints the heads and shoulders of those who stand outside and listen to its call. The masses, who remain outside the city gates, are those not absorbed by the act of living and are aware of a higher state of being; those that are not scholarly enlightened but spiritually awakened. They are clothed in this glow as an element of inspiration and are poised to march on the gates of the city as though seek those within the city, the land of the living, with ears that can hear and eyes that can see. One could liken them to prophets, and there is one that stands in the midst of them that is greater than them all; who could this be?
The Angel falls to destroy the Golden City and unite all creation through the Holy Spirit; the silver glow that filters through the division down to the masses gathered at the bottom of the canvass. Is it the end of days? Or…could it be the beginning?