all that i am

standing
in the threshold

of another breathless summer
days
and nights
without air



the sigh of autumn coming

breathes through open windows







stepping through a door that is no longer there



the front porch swing
sways

and I gaze
as I stand in my rooms
praying
for the promise of rooms being prepared

that we shall enter
someday
upon His return

but until that day.... these rooms hold me

by what has come
and what has gone

by what we held
 
and what we hold

....and what holds us


held
somewhere between daily darkness

and ordinary light

harsh



diffused

sad
and beautiful

staying
remaining

in the thres'hold'
between
darkness and light