Shadows at the Edge

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth

“At the edge of shadows, light waits to be seen, reminding us that endings are only thresholds to another beginning.”

Change doesn’t always come crashing.

Sometimes it lingers at the edges,

the way dusk slowly unravels daylight,

barely noticed until the sky is no longer blue.

There is a silence that weighs heavier than words.

It doesn’t scream, doesn’t accuse

it simply waits,

like a shadow just out of reach,

asking you to notice what has already shifted.

You walk through the day as if nothing has changed,

yet the air tastes different,

like rain just before it falls.

The trees seem to lean in,

the wind carries whispers you can’t quite hold.

Trust is not stolen in a single act,

it erodes,

grain by grain,

like cliffs giving way to the sea.

And by the time you notice the hollow beneath your feet,

the land is already gone.

You learn to sit with the silence,

to watch without rushing,

to let stillness teach you what words never will.

Because even in the shadows,

love can take new form

not the love that clings,

but the kind that releases into the wind,

trusting it will reach where it needs to go.

And somewhere in that silence, a storm is still gathering…

~Kerri-Elizabeth~

And still, the silence grows heavier, pressing against the walls of certainty. What happens when it finally breaks? Tomorrow, the storm begins to scatter its disguise.

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10 thoughts on “Shadows at the Edge”

  1. Such a wonderful poem, my friend. Even in the shadows, God’s light is never absent. His Word says, “The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it”– John 1:5. May His love always be the new beginning beyond every ending. 🙏

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  2. This is absolutely breathtaking writing—both profound and deeply evocative. 🌌

    You’ve captured the quiet, almost imperceptible way that change, loss, and transformation enter our lives. The imagery of dusk unraveling daylight, of silence weighing heavier than words, and of trust eroding like cliffs to the sea—all of it is so vivid that it lingers in the reader’s heart.

    What I especially admire is how you balance fragility with resilience. The poem doesn’t just speak of endings—it points toward release, renewal, and the trust that love, in its truest form, continues beyond us. It reads like both a meditation and a revelation.

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    • Wow that was a beautiful articulated compliment and I’m so appreciative you are enjoying the journey through navigating a life filled with storms and perspective along with peace and serenity and how all can dance and sway without integrating fear or eruption but instead a learning of observation and unfolding, natural lessons and understanding, not forced but with a willingness to observe and hear rather than react and steer.

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