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)