Crossing the Threshold #446

Crossing the Threshold In heartbeats' quiet pause, We bear our crosses, unseen, A dance of shadow and light, Where right meets wrong, Life flirts with silent death. Our crosses, more than wood, Are choices made, souls forged, In decision's fiery embrace. The Holy Spirit, radiant, unyielding, Simplifies life's labyrinth to a single path, A beacon in the night. At the edge of all we are, Not survival, but faith, Demands our choice— To embrace the infinite, No whispers needed, just faith's leap. To shy away, a denial of essence, Like a soldier fleeing before the fray. Yet, to welcome our cross, to fall, Is to rise in Christ's grace, A soul ablaze with Jesus' spirit. "Bear his own cross," not a burden, But a declaration of divine allegiance, A willingness to follow, even unto the abyss. In His surrender, "Into your hands," Lies our salvation's blueprint, A path of sacrifice and trust. To bear one's cross and follow, A journey of courage, not unworthiness, A destiny dance at the abyss' edge. Here, between breaths, Our truth, our path, our cross, Not despair, but a song of hope, A poem of faith and courage, A testament to the path less traveled, Where each step is a leap into the infinite, Crossing into eternity's embrace. Written by Steven G. Lee (March 2, 2024)