Come to the light

Looking across this as yet unbridged divide,
I see that I am not alone in my yearning;
that all creation reaches out for you,
that even the sun casts her burning gaze
in your direction,
and that you,
in turn,
reach out for me as well,
stretch inviting fingers of light across the water,
luring my eyes to this gate
which, as I now focus,
I begin to realize is not a door at all
but an invitation to the lush garden beyond,
to the tree of life,
who bends her branches in seductive arch
whose curve is echoed in iron and stone.
Come, she whispers,
walk on the water.
I believe
your faith is strong enough;
come to the light.




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