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.
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