Day breaks
and a thread of Light
is streched across a blue-black sky.
This day is clean,
hope proclaimed
in a blanket of newly fallen snow.
My heart is stirred
at the sight of paths forged in the snow beneath my feet.
I am reminded of those that have gone before me.
And my choice is made known,
to follow or to forge.
May it be unto Your handmaiden as You have said.
