Woods White with fire

Poems of Shantiam

Over The Threshold

Over the threshold
how lightly he stepped,
into my house
how easily he settled.

When I opened the door
this I already knew:
he would bring a change
to this timeworn house,
he would change the pace
of this quiet life.

When I opened the door
this I did not see:
he would breathe new life
into this stale soul,
he would light a fire
in this frost-bitten heart.

Over the threshold
how lightly he stepped,
into my heart
how easily he settled.

© Aigha