It seemed the room had hushed its breath and would not let it go as with a still and faithful hand I moved what lay below The evening cast its golden veil on dust of former days as if a distant summer wind had crossed forgotten ways A deeper tone from shadowed earth rose softly through the air as though the ground had found a heart and held it beating there The floor beneath my measured step grew steady, warm, and kind, and whispered low: Be not afraid of what you leave behind So piece by piece I cleared the hours from corners dim with years and felt within the quiet dusk the easing of old fears No shout of triumph filled the dusk no bright, resounding claim - but like a pilgrim’s far-off hymn a gentle knowing came And through the open window drifted breath of early morn as though the room itself had known the self once hurt - reborn So piece by piece I cleared the hours from corners dim with years and felt within the quiet dusk the easing of old fears A deeper tone from shadowed earth rose softly through the air as though the ground had found a heart and held it beating there The floor beneath my measured step grew steady, warm, and kind, and whispered low: Be not afraid of what you leave behind
