The Threshold

I step across their painted floor

And hear the noise before the door

Ten voices rise, a baby cries

But stillness lives behind their eyes

The world would call it wild, unkempt

Too loud, too full, too innocent

But somehow grace has found its tune

In every laugh, in every room

This is their threshold, the crossing place

Where love rewrites what the world calls grace

Where chaos hums and hearts align

And heaven hides in the common time

The walls are marked with crayon dreams

The air is thick with holy things

A house alive with covenant fire

Born of trial, worn but higher

I leave that home with quiet awe

The peace I found defied all law

The world outside feels pale and small

I saw the kingdom through it all

This is their threshold, where light takes hold

Where noise turns silver, and faith turns gold

Where weary souls find room to grow

And heaven breathes through all they know

And when I reach my own front door

I feel that same familiar warmth once more

Different music, softer tone

But still the peace that feels like home

Her hand in mine, the day unwinds

Our laughter slower, more refined

The quiet glows, the candles burn

And love invites my heart's return

This is our threshold, the sacred line

Where comfort waits and hearts entwine

Not what the world would name divine

But love like this is holy design

So I'll keep crossing, day by day

Through homes that teach my soul to stay

For every door that love makes bright

Becomes a threshold... into light