We Stand At a New Doorway
We look with uncertainty
Beyond the old choices for
Clear-cut answers
to a softer, more permeable aliveness
Which is every moment
At the brink of death;
For something new is being born in us
If we but let it.
We stand at a new doorway,
Awaiting that which comes ...
Daring to be human creatures
Vulnerable to the beauty of existence.
Learning to love.
— Annie Hillman
From Prayers for a Thousand Years
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