When I see the tunnel.
I hope and pray there is a light at the other end.
And that it calls to me.
I have no fear of it.
I have no dread of it.
Though I’m not ready to leave here.
When I go,
I’ll look for the light.
And when I enter I will surely feel trepidation.
Fearing there will be no light.
But if I were to envision it with hope-
I would see it…
And there would be no fear no more.
It would beckon without word.
But with warmth and comfort.
It would feel only of love.
I would be on my bike.
That is how I would want others to envision it.
Other’s may go on angel’s wings.
I’m riding my bike.