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.
~
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