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.
