Sacred Threads of My Becoming

This year-a loom of unspoken grace Chaos and calm intertwined Peaks stood like cathedrals in the distance While valleys whispered prayers in the quiet wind The fabric of my days unraveled A quilt of lessons stitched in celestial hands The pits taught me the language of resilience Each tear feeding the rivers of my becoming For even in the wreckage, I found seeds of my purpose scattered It was there I saw his artistry A design far beyond the blueprint of my desires. Standing on the threshold of what is to come The future singing a sacred melody I am the clay, He is the artisan Molding me into the likeness of His vision So as the year unfolds like a scroll Written with His promises, inscribed in gold I walk boldly with open palms More of who he has called me to be In the chaos and calm, peaks and pits Sweetly and gently woven into the masterpiece of His hands.