Psalm of the Threshold
Eternal One, I praise you on this threshold;
the door opening is to you.
Under your eye I pack my belongings;
in your arms I move to a new place.
By your Spirit guide my hand
to take only what you give me
and leave the rest;
to bring with me what is truly need
and leave behind what is unneeded.
Give me faith to trust
what cannot be left behind,
and to release what I thought was part of me
but was only the leaves of a season.
Give me grace to say goodbye
even to myself
and turn and welcome the new day,
even in my own soul.
God of time and story,
may I ever dwell on thresholds,
between then and not yet,
in the present, moving.
By your grace open doors;
by your grace lead me through them.
For every door is your eye
and every path is the palm of your hand.
so I stand at the threshold
of everything new
looking for the key
to the open front door
I stand at the edge
of all that I am
wanting what could be
instead of what is
afraid of not knowing
yet knowing I know
cause I’ll never walk alone
The best is yet to come
I will not die an unlived life.
I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days,
to allow my living to open me,
to make me less afraid,
to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing,
I choose to risk my significance;
so that which came to me as a seed
goes to the next as a blossom
and that which came to me as a blossom,
goes on as fruit.