This day begins with it’s end in view … with the start of tomorrow, a new year is also in view.
This change of a year in a day causes our thoughts to drift back, to drift forward in a constant hither and thither movement.
We look back, over the past twelve months, and smile at the times that have left an eternity of warm and pleasant memories for us to live the rest of our lives. We also look back and sights we remember what we wish we could forget, what we wish had not been part of the narrative of this past year.
But we also look forward, with the hope of Anne of Green Gables, who stated:
“Tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet.”
So, as we prepare to bid adieu to 2017, let us hope and dream, let us love and squeeze every bit of opportunity to do well to our fellow Earth travellers, to inhale the wonder of each new day, and to not waste a breath we have been so graciously given.
The Year
(Ella Wheeler Wilcox)
What can be said in New Year rhymes,
That’s not been said a thousand times?
The new years come, the old years go,
We know we dream, we dream we know.
We rise up laughing with the light,
We lie down weeping with the night.
We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and sigh for wings.
We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
We wreathe our brides, we sheet our dead.
We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And that’s the burden of the year.
itsawonderfilledlife 
Thank you, Carole. This poem is a description that fits well with some of the seasons of lament we have journeyed through this year. Missing your smiles and laughter as I TOC @ LCS.
Sue,
Nice to hear from you! I miss seeing you too!
The year certainly can be a burden of lament, and Ella Wheeler Wilcox certainly pens the experience of the lament and joy wrapped up in a year!
Best wishes to you this new year!
Carole