I do not recognize the rhythm of my heart these days.

She beats to a song that is new

She carried a similar beat before

but none like this

I know I will learn the steps

I know I will become familiar with her cadence

But for now

It’s new

and I am trying to keep time,

I see I am standing at the border

of grief and change

uncertain how or when to cross

I remember

Interesting things happen at borders

So I steady my breath

noticing the changing patterns in the song

as The Spirit washes over

drawing my attention to

the deeper rhythm of

the heart of God beating to the song within

and I know

I journey not alone for

God is holding my hand