Each event, the pouring of a coffee in Mundelein,

The nurse’s soothing touch on my father’s arm,

The first “I love you” heard,

Passing a driving test,

All merge into one.

There is no remembrance,

Just a return to the earlier part of the day,

Unseparated from now,

United by God,

Per His original design.

As angels, the spirit and soul are now free

Of Time and Space,

Limitless, Eternal.

So is now the traffic jam of my mind,

Cluttered with beauty and events.

No longer separated.