The Door

Never, will there be closure,
What a nebulous word!
The door of Life is never closed,
Nor our prayers unheard.

They say that there's a big Black Hole,
Within this universe,
And glimmers of a flashing light,
From this Hole disperse.

Alas, it is no mystery,
The source of this bright light,
Just a glimpse of Life beyond,
The trail of our Moonflight.

Now he's passed thru the door of Life,
Where Love doth truly shine,
He's restored, by Our Lord,
And bathed in Light Divine.

And every time a soul goes home,
Thru the Door to Light,
Flashes of the Light beyond,
Beckon in our night!

By Sharon Frye