Beyond these walls

Always you were here,and now you're not.The empty chair, the very walls,cry absence.How I miss your touch.Then I lift my thought in prayerand see what I have always known:A hand to meet my handis not what binds.It is somethingfar beyond the human touchholding us close.We travel bothin God-directed pathsthrough universe of Mind,that circle of infinitywhere no one's left behind.And what of now?God's love—and yours—stays with meand accompanies me home,for both of us alreadylive beyond these walls.

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