it seems you arrived only a handful of days ago, a green folded prayer wooed from the bud.
how you grew to pierce our hearts unbridled in ways never imagined.
loss was a frequent visitor whose name remains dry on our lips,
change.... acceptance.... the sheering up of hearts.
one moment we woke struggling to rise to the demands of a single hour,
rolling the weight of life back up into the sky
dragging our weary hearts for the hope of light and ease,
the work of life; relentless.
other days startled simply by the miracle of breathing,
we strove to place grateful back in your long weary name.
still it is not hard to bid you farewell.
we rise on the soft shore of a new horizon.
outside the birds lift the lightening hem of dawn in their
holy symmetry of song.
the ancient curtain of darkness rolls back once more.
into the sacred moment between light and dark, between
ending and beginning
when all things great and small
letting joy loose in an overture of
dear harbingers of this bright new year
shall we too sing the same song
washing everything with the cloth of light.
allowing all separateness to dissolve
welcoming this birth, ushering in authenticity, invoking true awakening.
shall we too rise at dawn
to toss back the old sheets of humanity,
the one million distractions of complicated lives.
shall we begin simple, hands cupped carrying water
nurturing the heart of each new collective moment.
shall we slow each hurried footstep? live remembering to protect the sacred air?
rejoice in birth, shoulder loss, cry, hope, laugh, forget, remember
to take this torch of a new year and ignite all hearts
in the house of belonging.
throwing back all the doors of indifference,
shall we cry out for its perfect beauty?
embrace our common sky, weathering all that this new year will require of us,
welcoming your postcards from the edge of
a bright new year.