As I lie neath an early summertide planets-aligning eve of a celebration, silver shooting stars sparkle above the endless bridge of the cosmos ~ a bridge where those who have passed from earth before us stride, some of them children who run and shout in astral play, young and older couples with snowy crowns, people of all races, all ages, in reuniting bliss with loved ones, friends from their past, and pets with eyes of welcome, thousands of angels as bright as many Milky Ways on gold-gleamed chariots aflame with newly parted souls, escorting them to the entrance of the starry-blessed bridge t