We know we have been raised from the dead

我们知道我们已经从死里复活了

when everything becomes a door--

当万物成门——

every brick wall,

每堵砖墙，

every dead end,

每条死路，

every Judas fiiend,

每一个犹大朋友，

everything we see and smell and taste.

我们所见所嗅所尝的一切，

everything we think and feel and are,

我们所思所感所是的一切，

every mountain top and valley bottom,

每一个山巅和谷底，

very birth and every death,

每一个出生与死亡，

every joy and every pain,

每一个喜乐和疼痛，

every ecstasy and infidelity--

每一个狂喜与不忠——

when every single thing

当每一件事物都

becomes a door

变成一扇门

that opens to eternity

向着永恒敞开

and we pass through

我们得以穿过

as we could never do

照以前

before.

我们从未能做的方式。

And then we wonder why

然后我们开始惊奇为什么

we've spent so many years

我们耗费了这么多年日

just stopping at these doors;

只是停在这些门前；

why we've always pulled up short,

为什么我们总是短暂逗留，

and turned around,

然后转身，

and walked away,

走开，

instead of passing through.

而不是穿过去。