O golden doors now open wide

Revealing myst’ry’s grace,

The grace beyond the imaged word;

Beyond all time and space.

The doors swing open every time                  The Offering

We leave the realm of things

To enter silent emptiness

And touch what leaving brings.

With Eucharistic thankfulness                    The Great Thanksgiving

We join the cosmic song

Of atoms and of starlit skies;

The space where we belong.

We move into the mystic space                    The Fraction

Within the Cross of pain,

To find each cross becomes a seed

Which bears life-giving grain.

As bread of life becomes our feast              The Feasting

Grief’s wine is turned to praise

And death and resurrection’s ways

Form templates for our days.

Text © William Livingstone Wallace

Click here to see the score:  Wallace.O Golden Doors Now Open Wide

Click here to hear the music: