Classic Poem

Prayer is the opening of a door
To let the yellow sunlight shine
In chambers dark and chill before,
Now radiant with a gleam divine.

To pray is but to cross a sill
From crowded rooms, their noise and glare,
Into the star-lit calm of night,
That all the while was waiting there.

The soul is gateway to the Life
That breathes through all of time and space:
We do but lift the bar, and find
That we with God are face to face!