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.