thresh~hold {a #poem}

00100lPORTRAIT_00100_BURST20190827120722349_COVERWe are held as we pass through

Doorways, daily sifted to see

What to carry, what to leave

As we look at the nascent view,

Vaguely aware of the Voice calling

Us on amid the sifting, the

Shifting of ground beneath our feet

Forcing a new awareness, joy

Bubbling through the broken surface

Of the soil beneath our feet.

We are held.