I sense just around the corner,

I ease to the edge to glimpse,

    I cannot see him.

I catch his breathe through bitter air.

He waits with outstretched arms;

    wanting me,

        needing me,

                loving me.

And I call to him,

    "Forgive me, for I have sinned,

    and inevitably will sin again;

        for I am man."

He listens to me,

    He ponders.

I hear a teardrop touch the ground.

The teardrop joins a previous,

    and those join yet another,

    and so on

        until the teardrops form a river,

            a river of mercy and sorrow.

As I quietly transform with the river,

I hear him sadly whisper,

    "Cross this river into my Father's home

    and life will be eternally yours.

    For you are man and you are but a child

    and shall always have Our love."

And in confusion I stagger,

    He has come to me or have I gone to Him?

It matters not, for we are now together.

In thought, I shout, "Thank you !";

    and in spirit I feel my answer.

I straighten my physical being,

    and I walk to cross the river . . .

- 1982