A time of reflection.
Staring in the pond of the year that has almost passed
I see leaves falling from their glory in the autumn
naked trees shivering in the winter
flowers blooming on their branches in the spring
and the silhouette of my silent companion
cooling in the summer sun.
Later tonight at the 11th hour,
my shadow will be trampled underfoot by family and friends on the porch
hoping for a happy new year
and will wonder where I will lead him
in the year that is approaching.
He too wishes for happiness
but is mindful of the slings and arrows
of life that will again strike us down.
I will keep reminding him
of the love of God’s impenetrable will
and take him to a silent corner to pray
and the moment we say ‘Amen’
a chrysanthemum of light will explode overhead
and its beauty will be so inspiring
that we will resolve to continue
to strike our swords in the darkness
for another year
or for as long as we have breath
in our lungs.