“Swing low- sweet charoit

Coming for to carry me home

Swing low sweet chariot- coming

for to carry me home.” I hum—feeling

The sound of my voice in the empty air

“A band of angels lookin after me”

And so it is….

This journey we are on together

Into the unknown- an unknown

( most likely) we are totally familiar with

But on this side of things – it’s a gate

A mysterious other.

Present in this moment

Is all there is- ever..

As my friend Bobby says….

I love you always and forever.