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)