Once I stood before a closed door to which I had no key- I knew behind it there where treasures for me. I banged my fist against the door, shouted, and tried every key- to no avail ,it was not destined to be. Discouraged, I looked around. So obsessed with the closed door , I did not see other doors standing ajar.

My picture window offered a view into the woods. Better now, since the hardwood leaves had fallen. The branches bear, the wind was brisk, making the trees whisper and grumble.The world outside tried to do it's best to come inside. It left water condensation on the window and sunlight breaking  through the pale yellow curtain , turned the drops into  golden , glistering diamonds. The diamonds danced, shimmering the showed me the way---------

Suddenly , I realized , I don't have to search for the key. As long as I can see the diamonds- the key is inside me

One day, I will close my eyes, but for a moment, stretch and look once more. Not to my surprise, I will not mind, when the door hinges creak and the door opens. Smiling death will hold out his hand to me. It will be time for me to go - you see-because I can't see the diamonds anymore-----------