All Angels Fly to the Bridgers

All Angels Fly to the Bridgers

 

All angels fly to the Bridgers.

Begin the final waltz towards heaven’s gates.

 

“Cast off your mortal coils” and

desert the stones weighing you down

leave them at My base.

Exhaust My indefinite boundaries

climb to the hole in the sky.

When you arrive

you have already gone too far.

No longer a visitor,

but a resident.

When I see a mountain I like to think

exactly.

Why else are the Bridgers here?

A beacon for lost souls

come home.

A religion traced back to the open sky.

Spinal tap back to nature.

The original uplift proclaiming

be still sweet soul.

 

The mountain stands taller than the dead.

A stone falls easier than an angel.

I admit my envy.

 

Nothing is final except the mountains we carry with us.

Coming home

now I kiss death.