In that next place
Where bodies are so pure
They pass through planets -
Perhaps there,
Where the light that lighteth the sun
Is kept on all night every night,
And no one watches for morning
Holding the cold off with a candle -
There, perhaps,
Where pain is exchanged
For peace and a memory -
You and I can touch as we pass
And gather in the good of one another.
We can love and give
In whatever loving, giving ways
There finally are.
We still will wish
To be together then, I think.
Perhaps then we shall know how.
Perhaps, even, we shall know why
We cannot be together now.
- Carol Lynn Pearson
