I have awaited the moment When you honestly thought of Living And not dying before your time. That this idea bloomed in winter With no trace of snow on the ground, Or small patches of blue sky seen Through the purgatorial grey, Is the bold action possible Only when days become windows. By finally making this choice, You give yourself permission To become what you really are. Life has been patiently waiting For you to fully realize That today’s the very same day On which you were born and will die. Finding timelessness beyond time As a key to Eternity, You soon open the lock that locked The forgotten door to Heaven, And walk inside the Here and Now.