To every heart my words have torn,
I bow with grace, no more forlorn.
The wounds I gave, I now release,
I turn the page, I choose my peace.
Let old entanglements be still,
No shadow bends my forward will.
From ashes past, a flame shall rise,
A brighter sun in clearer skies.
I honor silence, pure, profound,
Where self and world in peace are bound.
No chains remain, no debts to keep,
I walk awake from broken sleep.
This is no end, but heights untrod—
A soul in step with man and God.