Along destiny's pathways, a summit beckons;

'Come! A gift are you ..

for this time, this space ..

... my gift to you.'

This space for you .. to be,

a fortress? .. walls high

to prevent pain's knock and tear's parting ..

Yet spring .. may your space be

where flowers paint the breeze

with sparkle and dizzy fragrance,

Where a child lives free ...

Hands seeking other hands ..

other shoulders ..

other spaces ..

This time for you .. to be

a clock .. perfect .. 'tic-tic'

to silence.

A machine's pace, to cast off love's chosen moments.

Yet a dance .. may your time be

where waltzes fill the floor

with flowing grace and dazzling beauty;

and celebration springs ever new

heart flowing through other hearts

other waters

other times.

'Come .. be'

a space so filled .. so free

that silence speaks, and peace reigns.

A time beyond time .. joy filled

when love flows and eternity begins.

'Come .. be .. friend.'

by John McDonell, 1990

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