For the first time, I feel time like a heartbeat,
the seconds pumping in my breast like a reckoning;
the numinous mysteries that once seemed so distant and unreal
threatening clarity in the presence of a truth entertained not in youth,
but only in its passage.
I feel these words as if their meaning were weight being lifted from me,
knowing that you will read them and share my burden as I have come to trust no other.
That you should know my heart, look into it,
finding there the memory and experience that belong to you,
that are you, is a comfort to me now as I feel the tethers loose and the prospects
darken for the continuance of a journey that began not long ago,
and which began again with a faith shaken and strengthened by your convictions.
If not for which I might never have been so strong now as I cross to face you and look at you incomplete,
hoping that you will forgive me for not making the rest of the journey with you.
