Where the Light Finds You [a poem]

Not every rising is announced by brilliance.
Some begin in reverent stillness—
in the inward yielding of the heart,
in the unspoken decision
to trust the next breath.

Transformation rarely declares itself.
It gathers in hidden places—
as roots descend through stubborn earth,
as dawn prepares beyond the edge of sight,
as the horizon expands
without haste or spectacle.