So it’s a new year…

It’s a new year, and I’ve been trying to think of some profound comment (or comments) to make in the start of the year. But…no luck.

And maybe–just maybe–that’s the secret to making this new year a good one. Not to try to force something huge and profound to the surface, but to live each day to its fullest. To really look around me and see people, events, possibilities…

I went to a memorial/celebration service this last weekend for someone I really enjoyed being friends with, even though we didn’t see each other all that often. He was killed in an accident–a terrible, tragic accident.But his widow and daughter have–over the last few weeks–brought ministry to the many of us who were mourning. They are hurting, but they have responded with compassion to the woman involved in the tragedy…have sent messages of hope and comfort to the many friends in the many places where Terry lived and ministered.

And at that service, there were a couple of comments that really struck me. One had to do with the fact that many of us die before our dying is truly done–our dying to hatred, anger, vengeance…all those things that separate us from each other.

The other phrase struck me as the first line of a poem…and here’s mine:

When midnight comes at noontime
and light turns into darkness…
when sharp frost nips the opened buds
and blossoms droop in death…
when the road ahead seems hidden and blocked
and there seems no place to go…

look for the lighted star
breaking through the clouds…
the unfurled leaf
showing the green of spring’s new life…
take a single step–
and love will find the way.

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