Thresholds

 

Thresholds

 

I want to fly Mother,

to feel the light on my face

as I soar across the skies.

“You must step over the threshold,”

whispered the wind.

 

I want to swim Mother,

to dance upon the white capped

waves beneath the moon.

“You must step over the threshold,”

whispered the ocean.

 

I want to walk Mother,

to explore the Earth as a being

born within human flesh.

“You must step over the threshold,”

whispered Creation.

 

Every step was one 

of purpose, every breath taken

filled with hope and longing.

So many thresholds to cross over,

So many paths to wander.

 

One to youth was 

filled with bright fireflies, dotting

the dark nights of Springtime

where I played with abandon.

glorious illusion.

 

I want to love Mother,

to share my world with another

such as I, joined in Spirit and body.

“You must step over the threshold,”

whispered a broken heart.

 

I want to create Mother,

to share myself with new life,

my offspring reflecting my soul.

“You must step over the threshold,”

whispered Sacrifice.

 

Moments, days, weeks.

thresholds lined the path.

pain, sorrow, ecstasy,

hope, success, envy and wrath.

weeks into months into years,

the tears!

 

I want to rest Mother,

to lie in the sweet bosom of

your peace, love and endless comfort.

“You know what you must do, dear one,”

whispered Eternity’s voice,

as I stepped across the threshold.

 

CherylKP

2014