Open The Door

The light in the window,
  the candle down the hall

The torch in the jungle
  all beacons that call

The voice in the distance
  the one just next door

The whisper screams loudest
  when heard from afar

The light that once beckoned
  the one that still shines

The rays once connected
  new vision sublime

To see it and hear it
  to know it once more

The key’s in the lock
—now open the door

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2017)

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