Heaven on Hold Still

I have sat at this door for many months, proving my ability to display patience. No key is in my pocket, yet there is now a window. I can more than sense the wonders of the room; I can see, feel, envision and taste. Despair washes through me. I've never wanted anything more. That only proves I am right to wait and strengthens my resolve. I glance once more at my hands. No key. Not yet. But soon. Not soon enough. But nearer every day.