Though on the new year
By Dennis Patrick Slattery, Ph.D.
We fall into stories;They often break us. We arise renewed.
Let a narrative nag at you.
Don’t swat at what irritates.
Let it land on the skin of your soul.
Sigh at the end of the year. Turn your face sunward.
The new year shines back in yellow mystery.
Your year has offered new stories.
They may be only half told.
The New Year writes old stories anew.
Sometimes my story is a tattered rag.
It calls to be mended. I can only amend it.
Last year the sun set every evening in the West.
But the New Year feels miraculous.
I will seek the setting sun in the East.
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