Planting Seeds of the New Year

Preparing myself for the new year

Is such a slog

Through so much pain,

So much grief,

So much bad news,

The question: where do we go from here?

Like an apple,

The year was filled

With bites of sweetness.

Yet its core was indigestible

The stem, too tough to swallow.

Yet the core of my apple,

Of this past year,

Contains seeds

Which when not consumed

But rather freed and planted

Give rise to apple trees,

Give rise to the possibility

Of generations more of blessing.

May the seeds of this year

Be planted

And blossom

Into Justice.

Into Love

Into Joy

Into Peace.

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