Threshold

Don’t be afraid of the threshold.

It is what you’ve been asking for.

It is the gift wrapped

in the paper of your choosing.

Yes, there is fear in crossing it.

But, there is death in not doing so.

If you want to live,

will your legs to move.

Propel your frame across it.

Behind you has burnt to the ground.

Your fear is your enemy.

Do not listen to its machinations.

Set your gaze upon the light

streaming through the window.

You are meant to live

on the other side of the glass.

Do you think The Divine is so small

as to not nudge you forward?

… Godspeed.