"At the Threshold"

by Brian G. Daigle

At the threshold I wait for thee,
              the one who is not surprised,
              the one who foresaw its scope and size,
              the one who placed it before my eyes.
 
At the threshold I look to thee,
              the one who neither trembles nor fears,
              the one who sees every drop of tear,
              the one toward whom my vessel steers.
 
At the threshold I worship thee,
              the one who is my saving door,
              the one who is my ever-filled store,
              the one who portal-cross did bore.
 
At the threshold I pray to thee,
              the one who opens heaven’s gates,
              the one who took on human state,
              the one whose blood does saturate.
 
At the threshold I sing to thee,
              the one whose song did precede,
              the one whose tune fills every need,
              the one who is our eternal creed.
 
Through the threshold I walk toward thee,
              the one who held the thresh for me.