This poem marks the completion of a cycle of eight poems beginning with My Cry for Help.

First we fold in, then open out
There is a faith that’s only found in doubt 
Acceptance is the closing of a cycle
The end that marks the point of arrival

Carrie Newcomer
The Point of Arrival

It is late morning on a warm spring day
I have begun our special walk
Finding a spot in the shade to rest
Cooled by a gentle breeze
I ponder our mysterious journey
I see only dimly my own way ahead
But I am trusting that the guidance I hear, however faint
Will lead to the way intended for me.

May 26, 2026

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