The New Year

The New Year It is a glorious gray day, a chance of showers, and even storms of thunder. The sky will be a wonder, to watch, for hours without end. I will be there, I will bring my kids. We will watch from the window, the big fire playing in the hearth, the background..., the sounds mixed between; the water touching the earth outside, and the logs caressed by fire, safe within. There will be cocoa, and popcorn. We will tell stories, and say good-bye to all things, now gone. We will be joyful, for a future of promise. Thank you, Lord, as we bow our heads, and know that without You, there is no reason, to bother with tomorrow, as it will already, have died. It is with Your life, Your Light, that All things are blessed, and peace is possible.