At last, dear heart, the hush you craved is near,
The dawn you whispered prayers into has come.
The ache, the ache, that long held back your cheer,
Shall yield to peace as soft as morning’s hum.
No more shall shadows slip beneath your door,
No more shall sleepless hours drain your soul.
The chaos that once claimed your nights before,
Now bows beneath the light that makes you whole.
The stars have stirred.
The winds have changed their song.
The sky itself has cleared its weary brow.
You walked through storms that lasted far too long,
But oh, how bright the sacred gift of Now.
No longer tangled in the nets of doubt,
No longer braced for battles yet unknown.
You rise, a quiet flame, no need to shout,
The universe has carved for you a throne.
Clarity wraps you like a second skin,
Each breath a balm, each step a sacred thread.
Fulfillment blooms, not somewhere, but within,
Now peace walks with you, and confusion fled.
So take this hour, this moment, soft and clear,
The new beginning you once dreamed draws near.
