Homing

The bridge of light between us
Always linking our two spirits
Not static like Donne’s thin gold
But shimmering, cycling, flowing
In rapid light filled oscillations
Feeding, healing, tickling us both–

If one of us moves on before the other
Passing through that permeable curtain
Will the one left here be hungry?
Will wounds heal slowly, not at all?
Will there be no more laughter?
Will light and love then fall away?

Instead, feel how that shining bridge
Now lengthens when we move apart
And strengthens with the merest touch.
So touch me now and many times again
To store up strength for when the one
That’s slow to leave may find Home.

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About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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