I am waiting on a threshold
The door is cool and warm
Excitement rings through me
What is on the other side?
A new experience, a new path
Out of reach and aching close
Something sings to my heart there
Beautiful tones and throbbing bass
Shaking through my bones
I am scared, thrilled, intimidated
To hear a call, a beckoning
To walk through the portal
Not yet, not yet the singers call
The iron wood unyielding
Implacable and promising
Soon, soon the singers utter
The threshold’s sentinel waits
To open its arms in invitation
I stand waiting
Eager and attentive
Ready to cross the way
Sarenth Odinsson 