A bone deep peace that feels solid and not fragile,
that every day opens like a widening smile,
that if you stumble, there's a friend's hand close by
that steadies you and walks with you for a mile.
For all past anguish may the year bring you balm,
may wildflower bouquets of joys fill your arms,
may your paths lie under clear skies on hard earth,
the waters be navigable, deep and calm.
May each minute come mindfully and touch down
like gliding feathers, far too many to count
but may you be aware of their exact weight
before they leave - their size, shape, texture and sound.
May the year come in with slow, measured footfalls
and turn kindness to a widespread festival.
~~~
So...that's 2025 almost done and dusted, phew! Did it zoom
past or what? Too much happening, I'm still out of breath. Hopefully, the next
one will give us a break.
Happy New Year to you and yours!
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