Another Year, Another Breath
By Tony DeLorger © 2015
A shallow breeze teases the summer morn,
and birds speak to day with bright expectancy,
sun blessed, the world moves in time,
and another year has passed, another breath taken.
How the past lingers, felt yet fallen behind,
and the path entreats a forward step,
unknown and profoundly rich in possibility,
and the wheels turn with subtle hum.
Filled with purpose we move into the new year,
mind filled with anticipation, a blind faith,
to greet day fresh and unencumbered,
a passenger on this ever-turning, churning ride.
Burgeoning plans and promises made,
hover like an umbrella,
and faces clean and free from yesterday,
forge the valleys and climbs to come.
I love the smell of expectancy in the morning,
like blossoms unfurling to a beckoning sun,
and whatever awaits is righteous,
in this dream of growth and being.
And I thank life for its acceptance,
I, like a pebble in the rapid flow,
glad to be here, for yet another year,
my heart ever-open, my mind willing to grow.
By Tony DeLorger © 2015
A shallow breeze teases the summer morn,
and birds speak to day with bright expectancy,
sun blessed, the world moves in time,
and another year has passed, another breath taken.
How the past lingers, felt yet fallen behind,
and the path entreats a forward step,
unknown and profoundly rich in possibility,
and the wheels turn with subtle hum.
Filled with purpose we move into the new year,
mind filled with anticipation, a blind faith,
to greet day fresh and unencumbered,
a passenger on this ever-turning, churning ride.
Burgeoning plans and promises made,
hover like an umbrella,
and faces clean and free from yesterday,
forge the valleys and climbs to come.
I love the smell of expectancy in the morning,
like blossoms unfurling to a beckoning sun,
and whatever awaits is righteous,
in this dream of growth and being.
And I thank life for its acceptance,
I, like a pebble in the rapid flow,
glad to be here, for yet another year,
my heart ever-open, my mind willing to grow.
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