Crossing

We spend a lifetime asking, Why am I here? Then time changes the question: Where am I going? The pharaohs believed a tomb was never a grave. A grave stores the past. A tomb packs for tomorrow. They carried gold that never tarnished, words that never died, and hope beyond the final breath. Were they wrong... or are we? Perhaps Earth was never home, only school. And death isn't the end, but report card day. If I must cross, let there be a boat, an ocean of clouds, golden gates, and those I love. May I discover that Heaven wasn't waiting for me... it was waiting within me. Did I live, or did life simply happen while I was making plans? What I take won't fit inside a coffin, only my soul...

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