I'm not sure if this poet is one of the poets I have met in Second Life or someone else- I was given a folder or her work and I like them all. Here's one that feels just right for me at the 
moment. 
  

Thresholds
Virginia Hamilton Adair

I stand at evening at the open door,
And see the wind I never saw before.

Freed from the restless eyes I've left behind,
I move through endless galleries of the mind.

Lord as I cross the threshold into light,
Pray keep my soul and give me back my sight.