Blue flowers kiss the door plaque,

circle and frame your number,

dancing around,

heads held high

for the pride and joy of

The Threshold.

One announces it with true care;

an emphasis without strain.

Breathe respect on its name when you speak.

For they do not dance for nothing –

they dance for love,

everything they stand for,

rests upon that label.

Grace your home with love and kindness,

faith and brightness alive.

For no matter how dark and

rain splashed the facade may get,

their sliver of blue hope remains,

dancing their shine

to light your way back home.

one

petal

at

a

time