The Blessed Traveler

In the hush of twilight, 

I cross the threshold, 

doors creaking softly, 

yet my heart sings— 

a melody woven 

with threads of gratitude.

Wings of the unseen, 

whispers of the Holy Spirit 

wrapped around me, 

a gentle warmth, 

the guiding flame 

that flickers through shadows, 

illuminating the path 

I have traveled.

Oh Protector, 

from the depths of storms 

to the heights of calm, 

you carried my spirit 

through valleys of uncertainty, 

over mountains of doubt, 

until I stood, anchored 

upon this familiar shore.

I pause, 

breath mingling with peace, 

the air fragrant with promise, 

each heartbeat echoes 

a symphony of thankfulness. 

You, who danced with me 

in the wild winds, 

swayed my fears 

into whispers of faith.

In this sanctuary of home, 

I see the light filtered 

through the window, 

as if your presence 

paints the walls— 

a soft glow, nudging me, 

reminding my soul 

of the journey’s grace.

So here I bow, 

not in solemnity, 

but in joyous surrender, 

for every step I took 

was a conversation, 

a sacred dialogue, 

a promise fulfilled in every return.

Thank you, Spirit, 

for the compass of love, 

for anchoring my heart 

to this place of safety, 

where echoes of adventure 

whisper of hope, 

and the journey ahead 

shimmers like dawn’s first light.