Thresholds of Change #468

Thresholds of Change Between the fading old and the unborn new, A sacred space of transformation lies. Not emptiness, but a bridge of fire, Where old worlds dim and new dawns rise. It's not in waiting for the storm to clear, But in learning how to dance in rain, That we find paths through tempest fears, Guided by a promise, a future's gain. Scriptures whisper of glory unseen, A future where present sorrows are mere shadows, Faint echoes of a magnificent dawn, Promised to those who endure life's throes. Like trees in autumn's solemn embrace, We stand, releasing leaves once dear. In this sacred act of letting go, Healing begins, growth draws near. From our deepest wounds, the healing flows, Pain, the unlikely gardener of our peace. Our scars, the soil from which hope grows, A testament to the strength that will not cease. Our hearts, hungry for more than fleeting joys, Seek sustenance not of earth but heaven's bread. Christ, the end of our soul's deep quest, Offers the feast where all are led. Through the veil of change, we walk not lost but found, Faith our lantern, hope our star. In shared humanity, our burdens light, Together, healing, reaching far. This journey of transformation, a shared refrain, A melody of hope, of love reborn. In the dance of life, in loss and gain, We find the courage to face each morn. So let us share this journey, heart to heart, Through the thresholds of change, together, apart. Written by Steven G. Lee (March 4, 2024)