Our calendar has reset like that of the Mayans’, their calendar still counting centuries after their civilization was destroyed. Many will make resolutions for the New Year, but more than the promises we make to ourselves, New Year’s Day should be a reminder of the passage of time as something we can’t control. The year has become another child, and it is up to us to decide what we’ll do with it. May this year represent progress for all of us as people and as communities, nations, and a world. And ask yourself, every day but today most of all, what do you wake for?
An Eastern Ballad
I speak of love that comes to mind:
The moon is faithful, although blind;
She moves in thought she cannot speak.
Perfect care has made her bleak.
I never dreamed the sea so deep,
The earth so dark; so long my sleep,
I have become another child.
I wake to see the world go wild.