Morning light, green shoot,
door quietly opening,
what dawns upon you
that hadn’t before,
pilgrimage toward this moment,
first step at the Red Sea,
so much left behind,
and what abides,
and who,
and what is not yet,
what you have and
what will be provided,
divine promise,
its keeping yet to come,
new, and yet from of old
prepared, awaited,
led into the room
already set for you,
without your being able to know
what blessing is in store,
how you are needed here,
what grace is about to unfold.
First day of school.
Let there be light.