Across the Bridge through Death

To the lighted gate I came,

And waited with other transient souls

Until they called my name.

No physical body wore I now, only

The Spirit, like some quickened flame,

And gathered to, the Tapestry of Life

Just ended - grey and rarely flecked with colour.

This I presented to the Gatekeeper

In my turn and viewed its sombre hues

And signed, regretting lost chances

To illumine other people's lives.

"See," said the Spirit, as he turned

The tapestry about.  "The love

And comfort that you gave unstintedly - 

Shows on the underside."  And LO

The weaving glowed richly with pinks

Golds, blues and glorious mauves.