A little something as we leave 2015 and enter 2016. Many blessings to you, dear readers!

 

poem

the year is dwindling.

i look within

and find that i am

out of poems.

no rhythm or rhyme

left behind,

just words and letters

scattered here and there

on a page of leftover

life.

and therein lies

my only hope:

life –

that indefinable

growing that will not

let me stop

until there is

something new,

awake and breathing

in my soul.

I cannot let go

of the germination

hidden in these

final dark moments –

for even as the end

counts itself down

3…2…1…

something

bright and shining and holy

bursts forth –

holier than any

moment that has

ever been before.

it is entirely new.

 it is joy.

all that i have to give –

my gift to you.

amen. amen.