A New Year
A poem
Fifty minutes
to midnight.
No crowds here,
no fireworks
no countdowns.
Just dark skies,
stars,
and scattered clouds.
I open my hands
to receive
whatever the year
to come
may bring.
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Fifty minutes
to midnight.
No crowds here,
no fireworks
no countdowns.
Just dark skies,
stars,
and scattered clouds.
I open my hands
to receive
whatever the year
to come
may bring.
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What an act of courage. May the Lord fill those arms with His love.