Meeting Point Poem by Mary Champion

It came to me, lit up in neon,
in a dream I had last night -
this is the road I have to be on -
for all the wrong, it must be right.
There is a point, along the time-line
where, it is written, our paths will cross.
At that moment, when your eyes meet mine,
we will make good the pain and the loss.
Standing in the spotlight's puddled beams,
where the Truth will be made plain to see,
we will comprehend the winding streams
that feed the Ocean of Eternity.