I see myself on gleaming shore,
– warm are the ripples here.
The path behind me, scarcely seen,
no haste, no pain, no fear.
I see myself, I stroll alone,
the breeze and sky bathe all –
Yet far ahead another comes,
with features unknown now.
I see myself, drawn to that form,
more warmth than person yet –
What story brought me to this shore?
How could I now forget?
I see myself, oh sudden thought,
this place – the other side.
And the one who walks toward me –
the answer for all time.
All that matters is this one –
this countenance now seen.
Things past and gone, though happy gold,
count not at all in thee.
I see myself, the old is past,
all mem’ries quickly flee.
Now grasping how my way was paid,
to bring this shore to me.
I see myself now kneeling here,
in timeless sun and sand.
In tears I lose myself in joy.
In tears I take your hand.
Luke 20:27-38
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