I only just realized—
this quiet unfolding of my days
was never random, never mine alone.
It was You.
A gift I walked through blindly,
calling it ordinary ground,
when all along
it was rainbow land—
the very place my prayers
had been pointing to
in whispers I barely understood.
How strange,
to arrive inside a miracle
and not recognize the light.
God, forgive me
for learning so slowly
how to see.
Every step—
even the uncertain ones—
was written with care,
held in a design
far gentler than my fears.
And that sacred sentence
echoes now with new meaning:
“Seek knowledge,
even unto distant lands.”
Here I stand—
far from where I began,
yet closer to purpose
than I have ever been.
Yes… even here,
in lands once distant in my dreams,
I begin to understand—
gratitude is not a moment,
but a growing thing.
So let it rise within me,
day by day,
like dawn learning
how to stay.
