January 4, 2013


Perhaps the right words,
spoken at the perfect hour,
will open the door
to all who've gone before,
waiting beyond
our understanding,
hovering silently,
certain someday
we'll arrive.
They're hoping
we'll find
the key to seeing,
even though
we will come
only when ready,
so we all might
then move on together,
to the place we
once were promised,
when long ago
we still believed.