Moving out of a place of darkness toward the Light,
I feel a damp coolness slowly began to warm.
I see color where none has been.
This pathway finds my soul expectant,
even joyful,
at the prospect of moving forward.
My eyes don't look back
to the place my feet have been.
Step by step,
pressing onward,
I walk,
knowing how good the Sun will feel
as I cross the threshold.
I move slowly and with reverence,
remembering the doorpost.
