I stand at the edge of tomorrow,
the stone cliffs of yesterday
standing guard behind me,
hard, cold and unyielding.
I am pausing, but not waiting.
I am reflecting,
celebrating,
remembering
and rejoicing.
I am standing on the lip,
and the glass before me
is full,
to the brim.
It beckons me to drink
all that is my fill.

"Drain the cup,
in the presence of your past.
Drink the wine of
tomorrows gifts,
prepared for you,
my precious child,
my son, my beloved".

I stand at the brink
of my new beginnings,
and as I pause,
a hand slips into mine,
and I step into my unknown,
fully known.