A New Year

You see it,
don’t you?
The way the
last
moon wraps
around

a clear sky?
You can feel
the space.

The past
now powerless
a distant memory.
The present
waiting
hoping
praying
for change.

Nameless images
framed
by compassion
become new friends
who mirror
our history
foretell our vision
dispel our fear
and define our human condition.

Courage beckons

an unsettled world

with a love

that empties hearts

of hate and division.

A promise

that begs our acceptance

to make us whole.

Grace
embraces
tomorrow
lights the way
to verses lived out
by

faith
and trust
and love.

A clear sky beckons.

jackieshields

12.31.15

revised

12.31.17