Where are we going

Death is like falling asleep and waking up in God's beautiful garden. ~anonymous I long for the quiet place toward which I go with simpleness of mind, and yearning in my heart to rest among the kind. I long for the quiet evening of life's last breath, to consider younger days and whether I chased dreams with bliss-filled wonder. I long for the quiet time of satisfaction, knowing I've met the goal of living in the world without losing my soul. I long for the quiet garden that waits beyond the boundary of life, to walk eternal paths, free from struggle and strife.