Poetry

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The Threshold is that proximate line
A very important and distinct point
Where what has to come forth
Or go on the other side
Seals the joining point in life.

The Threshold is that beautiful divide
Where the joys on one side of it
And the love on the other side of it
Gets to merge in a holding moment.

The Threshold is that important border
Where one belongs to the entrance side
And also belongs to the inner gateway side
The shadow of one falls on the becoming side.

The Threshold is the base
On which the door of destiny stands
When the door opens all at once
Love sees us standing with a mirror love in front of us.

The Threshold is that Breakthrough reality
Where we can literally break in and break through
Whether in bright light or stunning darkness
The Candle light can shine as the All the Way might.

The Threshold is that height on top
Where flights of stairs decorate the climb
When the ascent reaches the vital place
That crossing over marks the moments that step in.

The Threshold is that divine entrance
Where we can guide someone to the Lord
Once we hand them over towards their calling
The Spirit comes forth and takes over the Chosen Ones.

The Threshold is that Supreme Realm
Where we meet the Guardians of Heaven
Custodians with the Royal keys
They who will permit us to enter in
Once we have merited the Salvation Prize.

Maria Franco

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