The tide of time flowing, I am one third to three quarters of the way through my life, another day brings forward thoughts of  tomorrow past as I search for the spirit, the soul, of all. Shadows, never ending stretch out, calling. 

I do remember, one day, seeing all, as heaven revealed itself, filling me with awe.  Another reality touched my flesh for the briefest of moments, moments that contained the beauteous brightness of eternity. All of time and creation within a single instant.

Can you see beyond the door? The door beyond eternity? 

The web of life

Shall we see another day, another sun, another moon, when heaven is ours?