Ode to a New Day

You beckon to me, and I respond. You open the door and take me by the hand. You guide me as I see, learn, and sometimes comprehend. You script and unfurl, And I play my role, desiring to add my lines. The elements, like soldiers, carry out their duties— Unseen, but sometimes summoned by the sages. This is a mystery from ages past; Sometimes these soldiers are fiery and bold. You lead me along a path that yesterday never saw and tomorrow longs to know. I follow where the stream flows, Keeping hope alive, Holding the lamp through every struggle. Though I may not understand all that I see, I journey across the sea. It is a privilege to be embraced by you, And an honour to be held by you. Though sometimes redemption feels like a tale, And Zion seems like a lost city. May 26, 2025.