Thresholds of Becoming

I stand where the old road ends

Breathing in a wider sky

There was a door I could not name

A quiet turn, a change of frame

I carry doubt, I carry grace

And step into a kinder place

Little by little the fear grows small

Light in the distance is asking me on

These are the things we feel Hope in the breaking field Hands

open, heart awake

Becoming with every step I take

What I release still lives in me

Not as a chain,

but memory

The road is new beneath my feet

And every tremble sounds like peace

I am not who I was

I am not lost at all

The sky

keeps opening

And I can hear the call

These are the things we feel

Wide as the morning hills Hands open,

heart awake

Becoming with every step I take

Freedom in every breath

Life in the unknown ahead I

walk on

Ready for the light