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.