Thresholds

This poem came about after a personal encounter with someone this week.

Thresholds

The hour glass trickles strength away

Life is at the borderland of dreams

Now comes the hour, parting way

Now time to drink of living streams

The tide is rising, the ship set sail

And uncharted oceans lie ahead

Now is the journey, quest for Grail

Now is the time of wine and bread

Bells toll from church spire tall

Mist among graves, burial rite

Now is the time of judgement call

Now into dark and deepest night

Now rise like eagles born on wings
And hear the joy when Mary sings