I will be your wise one
I will be your wise one,
led by wisdom and discernment,
your star, not mine.
I am a sovereign of my own choices,
among your royal priesthood.
I offer you my power.
You are the star I follow,
with my eye on your light
I am always seeking,
never too complacent to ask,
to observe, to discern, to wonder,
looking for your light in this world,
in those I meet,
in my own dark sky.
I am not deterred by weariness,
the unknown, the strangeness,
the settledness of others.
I seek the child, the tender,
the hope, the small
amid the strong and violent.
I bear valuable gifts. This is the reason
I am in this world. I kneel
and offer treasure, every day.
I know my quest threatens
the powers of might, and I am not afraid,
and do not collude with them.
I am not afraid to find another road,
always seeking, open to the new.
—January 3, 2019
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning. – T. S. Elliot
Carrying heavy things
into the past
just so I can
lay them down on a convenient corner
and so continue on around the bend
without the load I’ve borne beforehand
the next light years ahead
will be easy like Sunday morning
Songs and friends of yesterday
returning to play new verses
versions of ourselves yet to be
coming to the forefront
stages set with beauty
bells ringing all around the glorious trees and rooftops
what’s the next best step?
when’s the celebration?
pop the cork, baby
Let’s start today
look at what you’ve accomplished
in such a short span of life
count the days a complete success
there is no such thing as failure, anyway
look me in the eye and give me your best defense
then, look forward into the shining future
and tell me how much you love me –
let peace descend onto the earth
let it begin
again and again