The Way, It Is

The distance from There to here may be far, may be near, but, everything that comes will turn and go, long before the ducks are lined in a row - Love covers the distance best, north to south, east to west. We try and cry as far away we fly, taking and giving along the journey of living - Pausing as we pass, to ponder Eternity; is it really out there so very far, or just one step from anywhere we are? Don't even try to do everything perfectly right, just dance all about the place, sowing, here and there, your own little light - Love takes up the slack, filling empty holes where we have such lack; so don't worry, those we love... they'll join us all in time, for the Way to heaven forms an endless line -