Soft Golden threads of Heaven

Are strewn across the universe,

Reflecting the shadows

Of the dreams we once wished for.

When there is nothing left to stand on,

What is left to stand here for?

Will you welcome the rising tide that has come

To carry you to the distant shore?

And will you dress in remnants of those fabrics

You held in your life’s dreams

To share with all the worlds refugees

 who still search for a good deal.

Will you toss them in the trash bin of these broken worldy ways.

So that you can stand there naked welcoming

the cloak of brand new day.

For your spirits free to roam across to heavens door

And the candle flickers as your soul now drifts on towards home.

And we celebrate your life here

And we reflect on all the memories.

And we wonder when our time will come

Until we’re finally set free,

And all of our secrets of the heart will

Move like remnants of forgotten dream

For we’re only here for a short time on earth

Until we hear the calling of the greater scheme.

And we put on the cloak of golden threads,

And we glance back across the shore

 And we open up the door to heaven

And gently pass on through to so much more .