Out beyond the lighted window waiting for us patiently is a view of sky eternal – starry depths quiet and free.
Lose your self in this view of heaven – not a place for you or me, but a home, a source unending of the life which we can be.
Ever-present stillness waiting calling to us silently. I am dead and you are dying. Do not weep, rejoice with me.
The ticking clock has served its purpose. The quiet round us deepens till, there is but One who looks upon us, Who looks upon an empty field.