Poem: New Roots

I stepped into a world unknown,
Where faces passed like winds once blown,
The streets don’t speak my native name,
Yet somehow whisper, “Grow. Reclaim.”

The walls are bare but full of space,
For dreams to hang and time to trace.
Each sunrise paints in tones of strange—
A quiet promise, soft exchange.

My hands relearn the daily song—
Of coffee brewed, of right and wrong.
Of trains that run a minute late,
Of keys that click to open fate.

I’m learning silence in new ways,
The kind that fills the in-between days.
Not empty, just not yet defined—
Like pages waiting to be lined.

Some nights, I ache for what I knew,
The old life wrapped in skies of blue.
But change is not the death of grace—
It’s love arriving in a new place.

And slowly, I begin to see—
The world is wide enough for me.
This isn’t just a shift, a start—
It’s life reshaping heart by heart.

So I will plant, and I will stay,
And let new mornings show the way.
For getting used to life anew
Is not forgetting—
Just growing through.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie