Tuesday, January 3, 2012

10...9...8...and 2012

Remnants of paper pink crepe lie strewn
on top of
glasses of champagne thrice bubbled over & drained
bone-dry from the desperate guzzle of recipients who fancied it the "youth fountain" tonight.
When morning hits they'll still be hoping they were right.

Beneath it all I kneel
in the hollow nook of emptiness.
Another year ahead and this time it all looks too endless. What in years past looked like another fresh trail to blaze now drags before me a daunting tangled haze of more
mistakes, more regrets, and roads I didn't expect.
Another year ahead and I've got nothing to give. Nothing to hope for, to see, and I can't seem to forgive.
Is there something in the joy of the countdown I missed..?
I ask God if there is any grace in this.