“I had grown up in a house with a fence around it,
and in this fence was a white smooth wooden gate,
two holes bored round and low together so the dog could see through.
One night,
the moon high,
late for me home from the school dance,
I remember that I stopped,
hand on the gate,
and spoke so quietly to myself and to the woman that I would love
that not even the dog could have heard.
"I don’t know where you are,
"I don’t know where you are,
but you’re living right now,
somewhere on this earth.
And one day
you and I are going to touch this gate where I’m touching it now.
Your hand will touch this very wood, here!
Then we’ll walk through
and we’ll be full of a future and of a past
and we’ll be to each other like no one else has ever been.
We can’t meet now,
I don’t know why.
But some day our questions will be answers
and we’ll be caught in something so bright...
and every step I take
is one step closer
on a bridge we must cross to meet.”"
- Richard Bach
(Bridges Across Forever)
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