When The Door Closes

There shall be a morning
When I shall be removed,
And men shall be on with their tasks.
The same sun shall lick the paves,
And the same shadows fill them.
The very winds which now
Encircle me, shall dance the earth-
And I shall be removed.
The hand which is the tool of love
Shall be still, and my tongue
No longer left to sing.
There shall be a morning,
When I shall be removed,
When men shall behold me singing forth
From the script which idly blows apart,
Or is turned by a listless finger.
And they shall hark-and I shall smile
In understanding of God's mercy.