And I feel the peace like honey,

Washing me in white light.

Will this be the morning?

Will I let the undoing commence?

There He is again, waiting.

“I've had it! I'm done. Nothing lasts here,

Even these dreams I have with you,” I say.

“I want the endless infinite, I'm ready.”

I take His hand. He smiles as always, so endearing.

As We float up, there is a soft ripping, an unraveling of a hem,

A slight tightening of a waistband,

Like that beautiful new skirt, with the flowers...

And the brown top I'll wear with it to my meeting today...

Oh geez, there He is.

He's taken a seat at a picnic table,

Drumming his fingers on the table top, dreamily.

I take His hand again, the Light expands my every pore,

My body is air, or is it at all?

Through clouds of Spirit wind,

Like the ones I noticed this morning,

Before the overcast sky rolled in,

When I started to wonder if rain would ruin the event this evening...

It would be a shame, so much planning...

Oh look, He's standing there, silly grin,

Like He has all the time in the world.

“Well, here We are again, “ I say,

“Tomorrow? Same time, same place? Maybe later today, even?”

He nods, my heart skips to know I am One with This.