Standing at the river’s edge with suitcase in hand, like at the garden gate, I set it down and sit a while contemplating your arrival. How will you come and rescue me at the gate of hell. It is within, you having arrived and rescued me from the hell within. But it is I who must believe, that you have already been here all along, helping me get through it all. Through the ashes I will rise, from the flames where my feet stand on the stone which was laid. The keys I hold, are within my very soul. Fed like a baby as we flew high above the world below. I felt safe and secure on your lap as we flew, you taught me how to flow through the gate, toward the world’s door, to the nature of my home.