Standing near the doorway,
Knowing where it leads.
It opens ere so slowly,
Allowing us to peek.
It whispers ever softly,
Above the wind it speaks.
You are heading homeward, the journey is complete.
Beyond, in its visions,
Pictures in my mind.
Loved ones passed through waters deep,
Who now are yet alive.
Their eyes full of wonder,
Of splendors they have seen.
In voices ever soft,
Above the wind they speak.
You are heading homeward, the journey is complete.
Soon the door will open,
And through its veil we go.
And finally hear the voice of one,
Who stands beyond the door.
His voice ever soothing,
He is the wind that speaks.
You are heading homeward, the journey is complete. |
