Threshold 2026
The old year slips away in frost and glow,
a closing chapter written in the snow.
We gather up the moments, warm and clear
the laughter, lessons, courage through the fear.
Now stand before the door, a breath held still,
beneath the stars, with hope as our sweet will.
We lift our hands to time’s unwritten page,
and pray for peace, for light, for hearts engaged.
May blessings bloom like dawn across the night,
and purpose guide your steps in gentle light.
May love be deep, your path with grace be filled,
and all you dream be tenderly unveiled.
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©TheVillageBoy.
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