​Beyond the reach of shadows, where the heavy burdens fall, There is a quiet threshold, a soft and steady call. It’s the shedding of the armor we have worn through every fight, A blurring of the edges as the day dissolves in light. ​The air is thick with mercy, like a garden after rain, A sudden, sweet forgetting of the resonance of pain. No more the ticking clockwork, no more the hurried pace, Just the stillness of a mirror reflecting only grace. ​You’ll hear a thousand voices in a single, soaring chord, The melodies of stories that the world had once ignored. And every heart you’ve carried, every soul you’ve held so dear, Is walking in the sunlight, and they’re glad to see you here. ​It isn't just a city, or a kingdom in the skies, It’s the wiping of the salt from a lifetime's weary eyes. It’s a homecoming so perfect that the spirit finally knows— The path was always leading to where the living water flows.