Come now, you who say, ‘Today or tomorrow we will go to such & such a town and spend a year there, doing business & making money.’ Yet you do not even know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.  – James 4:13-14, from this morning’s Daily Office

It is New Year’s Eve

At the age of twelve

A little misty for the passing 

Time never recovered

Missed opportunities; ghosts

Love seeding our dreams with regret

At the turn of the year

Hope flows, fortified by fantasy

Fear drowns its sorrows in

The spirits of denial

You do not even know what

Ever tomorrow will bring.