When the Door Unlocks

Now am I closed to inward things

Though often in my soul there sings

An angel from Elysium,

Telling of wonders still to come,

Of Him who orchestrates the stars

And breaks the boundaries and bars

That pen the spirit's upward flight

And in our darkness, God's delight.

But when the door unlocks I'll see

The heart of all this mystery

That clothed in life unrobes for death

And sweetly with the final breath

Remembers love and why it came,

Repeats again the secret name

And with the briefness of a flower

Sanctifies the final hour.