“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.”
― T.S. Eliot

 

Another cycle of the sun has spun
another lesser feast begun
another soldier on the ground
Chronos buys another round

 

New Paths appearing, Others gone
I stand at the crossroads looking on
Hermes and Thoth will help me decide
Loki and Eshu the paths will make wide

 

So onto a new one I disembark
this one just may be a lark
a year to relax, a year to breath free
a year without challenges for me

 

Not a chance, I crave the test
the chance to be shown at my best
or worst, yet that way’s tests
does bring my spirt’s growth bequests

 

Whatever comes I stand here ready
my hand is on the tiller steady
with eyes bright and without fear
I leap into the arriving year
— G A Rosenberg

 

Blessings, G

 

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Burning Mind FieldBurning Mind Field by G A Rosenberg

 

Past Yields to Present(r)Past Yields to Present (R) by G A Rosenberg