The Bridge Between Two Lives

In the nostalgic poignancy of this sunset, watching the deepening tones of light infuse this mountainside with magic, I remembered my days of longing, those yearning years in which I longed for true love and to live a holy life.

In those longing days, I would speak to my soul-mated ones,

whomever & wherever they were,

And always they answered me.

They answered in words and meanings 

that convinced me they had heard me.

And I dreamed of a life lived in and for spirit,

in the sacred spaces of the natural world.

Just like my spirit-beloved answered my telepathic call,

So would the spirit of the natural world assure me, as well,

it was calling me back, just as surely as I was calling to it.

In the calming hues of this sunset-lighting,

I realize, to my spirit's delight,

that the voice of the spirit-beloved with whom I spoke,

Is now the voice of the beloved who now walks by my side,

and with whom I live a holy and natural life.

Where I used to live life longing 

for a beloved with whom to share a holy life,

now I live a life radiant with gratitude for real Love,

A life-purpose,

and surrounded by the beauties of the natural world.

What a miracle

that the bridge between my past and present lives,

was so small and easy to cross,

as it was nothing but my unwillingness to be without

the life and love I sensed on the other side of what I could see.

I thank my past self for continuing to communicate

with the life and love for which I longed,

even before I could see its lovely form.