I closed my eyes once and dreamt,
I dreamt of the end of the beginning,
Of a breaking tide untouched by pain,
Of streets of gold. Heaven.
I wandered through that world of gold,
Until I came upon a narrow bridge.
A few small steps—and there I stood,
Suspended in its silent middle.
Before me, figures moved toward me. Falling.
I lingered there, confused, unknowing,
Why they fell, while I walked untouched.
More souls slipped past me, endlessly—
All but a single, quiet girl.
She came to me, smiled, and took my hand.
“Come,” she said, “you do not need to see.”
Yet still I looked: left, right, beneath.
And there they were:
Faceless voices, crying out in pain.
She saw the doubt within my eyes and spoke:
“Judgment has come. These souls were lost.”
But something in me would not yield,
Because there had been evil in me.
So I walked on, still holding to the light,
Believing in a goodness far beyond my sight,
Yet softly, deep within my heart, I prayed
That mercy reached further than I could understand.