3 major things planned and hoped for this year.
1. The adoption of our children from Foster Care.
2. The sell of Lodie's franchises
3. The self-publishing of a memoir about the church
New Year's Day - by Vershal Hogan
Like Mr. Eliot I have measured out the year
In coffee spoons, but also in shovels
Full of dirt, in timesheets and misplaced
books; and in opportunities missed,
lips unkissed, the moments now gone
a crooked-toothed smile of regret
unpuckered and fleeting. Everything
undone has passed undone in
silent assessment, deadlines the
nadir of Adam’s curse. The hourglass
slides by filled with spilled perfume
and frivolous laughter and the sounds
of seconds I no longer have. The year
has ended. But today I have no tears for
undone undeeds, and sunrise
as marked by Eve’s arbitrary children —
neither solstice nor season —
begins again the black mark from which
I should resolve for more kissed lips
and found books and stirred coffee spoons,
hope ever the apogee of the search for Eden.
No comments:
Post a Comment