THINGS TO COME (A Symphony of Gratitude) --- I. OVERTURE — Dawn in Motion There is a hush before the first note rises, Not silence— But everything listening. The air leans forward, As if it knows Something kind is on its way. I wake without resistance. The room remembers me gently. Even the light arrives Without asking anything in return. --- II. VERSE I — Measured Joy I’ve learned the shape of patience, The weight of steady ground. Not every answer rushes— Some truths prefer to be found. I’ve walked through days that hardened me, I’ve held what couldn’t stay, But nothing wasted ever vanishes If it taught my heart to wait. --- III. PRE-CHORUS — Recognition And now I notice How the present breathes, How the smallest moments Carry centuries. --- IV. CHORUS — THINGS TO COME Here’s to the things to come— Not loud, not sudden, not undone. Here’s to the calm becoming clear, To joy that doesn’t disappear. I’m not chasing something lost or new, I’m standing still and seeing true. The future isn’t rushing me— It’s opening its hands to me. --- V. VERSE II — Quiet Certainty There’s a kindness in direction, In knowing when to slow. In trusting what is forming Even if it doesn’t show. I don’t need the world to promise me A fire or a crown— I’ve seen enough to know What’s built in truth won’t burn down. --- VI. BRIDGE — Lift / Modulation Let the tempo rise—not to escape, But to arrive. Let the strings remember Why we survived. I am not afraid of happiness, It doesn’t ask me to forget. It only asks that I be present For what hasn’t happened yet. --- VII. FINAL CHORUS — Expanded / Ascending Here’s to the things to come— To mornings still undone. To love that isn’t desperate or loud, But steady as the sun. Here’s to the work still left to do, And the peace that walks me through. I don’t need proof to know what’s near— I feel tomorrow breathing here. --- VIII. CODA — Resolution And when the last note settles, Nothing ends. It only waits— Patient, bright, and open. Not as hope. As arrival.
