This Year
Eve of the New Year, eyes strain to see pale depths of yonder
anticipating a fresh sky to gleam golden this year.
With said goodbyes, I awaken, reborn in wonder
of innocence held in sunlit smiles of those I hold dear
and hope to value lessons learned ‘neath gracious skies swept clear.
Happiness renews in a freckle faced sky of twinkling stars
as I slow my pace to laze below her beauty and gaze in awe
of infinity, searching for miracles beyond my many scars,
and I shall live free to dance and sing, honoring God’s law,
humbly glorifying Him, seeing His reflection through each flaw.
Standing tall in this new year, I resolve to be more grateful,
finding joy in each day and confidence to breathe life genuine.
The sky will change above, the earth will spin below, and faithful,
I’ll take my place amid with these ideals circling within.
This year, I’ll reach for sky that never falls and dream of heaven.
Written for Francine Robert's
This Year in English Quintain Contest, 1/6/15
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015
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