At times my team will see a need through me,
a scene I’ve framed and hope to rearrange.
As window with a view of what might be,
embrasure open wide to winds of change,
I must remove the shutters blinding all,
exposing both the broken and rebuilt.
Transparent, set within in a sturdy wall,
yet I will filter light, preventing wilt.
I’ll be a doorway leading to the new,
which opens onto gardens rich with bloom.
A portal that invites a passing through:
an entrance to a place with growing room.
As leader I’m empowered to reveal
potential thresholds custom can conceal.