The Rapture

A quickening pulse, an open door
A mystery now beckons us.
It whispers, fly forth free.
Recast your shame and now be proud.

Who, we wonder, whispers thus?
Who, indeed, is there, and knows me well behind that door. It matters and it doesn't, who it is. Because it could be me, it could be you, it could be...

So hide no more. Yearn no more. Prove no more. Destroy no more. Defend no more. Attack no more. Relax. I'm here. Come here.

I'm in behind the door. I'm in front of the door. I am the door.

I am THE RAPTURE.