I close the door, no light of sun or lantern
Is here to guide my way;
I reach into the silence and the darkness,
I wait and watch and pray.
I still the clamor of insistent voices,
All restless worldly strife;
Then round me grows a wide and boundless silence,
Within a quickening life.
I used to think my eyes should see His beauty,
But now 'tis with the eye
Of Soul I pierce the thick mist and the darkness,
To find that He is nigh.
I used to think my ears should hear with rapture
A clear and heavenly voice,
But now His silence is around me speaking,
I listen and rejoice.
He comes, He who was here before all coming,
He comes at my heart's call;
Prostrate I wait and listen, all-adoring,
For Him, the One, the All.
I close the door, and then all my heart's longing
Is soothed and satisfied;
Within the holiest place I find my refuge,
And there I will abide.
