The Thread of Light ....

There is a thread of light

that runs through every life.

Not a chain that binds us,

nor a road already drawn,

but a single, shimmering strand

waiting to be noticed.

Sometimes we glimpse it

in the hush before dawn,

in the pattern of numbers

that unexpectedly repeat,

in the faithful rhythm of the Moon,

or in the stars that have silently watched

every generation before our own.

It is there

when an old door closes,

when a new idea arrives,

when courage whispers louder than fear.

We spend so much of life

believing we must create the light,

yet perhaps our task has always been simpler.

To uncover it.

To follow it.

To trust it.

For the thread was never woven yesterday.

It has travelled with us

through every joy, every loss,

every question, every beginning.

It does not ask us

to become someone else.

It asks us

to remember

who we have always been.

And as we follow that quiet strand, something remarkable happens.

We discover that the light we thought we were chasing has been gently weaving through us

all along — connecting

heart to heart,

story to story,

soul to soul.

Perhaps that is what it means

to live with wonder.

Not to know every answer, but to recognise

the thread of light and, with quiet courage,

keep following where it leads.

Rosanna 🦋