We will cross that bridge one day, that ancient bridge that spans the dark waters of time. We will find our way to it without even a second thought, walking quietly the path as if we had walked it so often we could do it by memory alone. A distant light, a welcoming light, will seem so familiar, like coming home from a long journey, finding everything just it should be, safe and secure, back to the place our heart could never leave. There is no dying if there is no death, there is no ending if there is no end, only a passing, a walk across a bridge, a return to a home we never left, a welcome from a face so familiar, and yet, so wondrous.
Posted on: Mon, 28 Apr 2014 04:48:39 +0000
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