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.