In this life now meandering through thickets over rough roads in unlit lands,
Wandering into abodes of wonder, lonely cut asunder from you, dull aching heart,
But there is an ethereal bridge forged of heaven’s gold, nearly immaterial,
To cross over in space and time to eternity to find you, lovely fulfilling counterpart
. . . crossing over and over and over again . . .
3 thoughts on “Crossing Over”
Yes crossing over and over and over and then there is only Bliss and nothing more. This is the life that is so needed now. Once we understand our true Self then there is just crossing over the threshold. Lovely and awesome poem, Jonathan.
Indeed, yes, and thank you ever so much… Blessings in abundance to you!
You are welcome Jonathan. Blessings to you too. Take care and stay safe.