For This Life and the Life To Come

I play the waiting game and like the child with Christmas just beyond, my anticipation grows--I see the rustling just beyond the curtain as it sets itself for lifting, certain that it knows reality beyond our common dreams-- such peace that we could only wish for. There they lie, underneath our dome of disappearing skies which serve us only with caprice. No, I am not prepared. The present stage is mystery enough; fatigue betrays insight as I retreat into the night. Age is my ally--the life awaiting me descends-- enlightenment is bourne upon my weakness and upon transcendent death that leads me forth. My move. It is with trembling hands and feet that I am able, finally, to make my way across the foot-smooth path bequeathed me by the ones ahead who stand in welcome now. I see them in the Mothering Light that bathes my passage home. In them I see refreshment. I hear the timeless music sung by every waterfall that I had ever left in haste. I tasted joy and sorrow once again, and saw that they were good. It is forever that we share, and we may celebrate it in reflection. Come along! It is provided, and there is no price, for time has disappeared. The shadows fall away, conflict dies, denial unremembered. The day is new and morning smiles as truth alone prevails. ~