They say that when we pass
from this life to the next there is
a tunnel and a welcoming
light at the end.
I say as I walk through the wooded
canopy of green toward the
shimmering light on Ore Pond
that this is eternal life now ...
and death too.
They say in heaven the streets
are paved with gold.
I say that the blanket of pine needles
shimmering with golden luminescence
remind me that I am alive today.
They say that in heaven flowers
grow with a rainbow of colors.
I say as I gaze at the lilies of the valley
and the bright blue Spring flowers
on the path that with only a simple
acknowledgement we can
see eternity in a single petal.
They say that we shall be reunited
with those who have gone before us.
I say they are already here
having not gone anywhere
just living in a different time.
They say that God will take
us from the suffering of this life
to stand with the Angels in a
circle of unending praise.
I say that that
time and space is here and now
as I walk on this path
my heart singing hymns of
praise in harmony with the birds.
Now I wonder, could hell be
that time and place we touch
when we stake our lives on what "they"
say and all our longing and
heart's desire lie always in
some other time and place
just beyond our reach?
All one morning in the
woods at Double Trouble.