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?