Happy New Year 2008

Hours Mean No More or Less than Years

2007-10-27T19:29:00.000-07:00

Hours mean no more or less than years. A moment is a point with no dimension. People count to undermine their fears, Persuaded numbers lead to comprehension. Yet time is an illusion of our motion, No realer than the rising of the sun. Each line we draw rests on a restless ocean, Way, way beyond the scope of more than One. Years do not begin and never end Except for purposes of calibration. A need to share our yearnings, friend to friend, Requires just one point of celebration.

New Year's Morning 2008

2007-10-27T19:25:00.000-07:00

Only a night from old to new! Only a night, and so much wrought! The Old Year's heart all weary grew, But said: "The New Year rest has brought The Old Year's hopes its heart laid down, As in a grave; but trusting, said:"The blossoms of the New Year's crown Bloom from the ashes of the dead. "The Old Year's heart was full of greed; With selfishness it longed and ached, And cried: "I have not half I need. My thirst is bitter and unslaked.But to the New Year's generous hand All gifts in plenty shall return; True love it shall understand; By all y failures it shall learn.I have been reckless; it shall be Quiet and calm and pure of life. I was a slave; it shall go free, And find sweet pace where I leave strife. "Only a night from old to new! Never a night such changes brought. The Old Year had its work to do;No New Year miracles are wrought.

Always a night from old to new! Night and the healing balm of sleep!Each morn is New Year's morn come true, Morn of a festival to keep. All nights are sacnavy nights to make Confession and resolve and prayer; All days are sacnavy days to wake New gladness in the sunny air. Only a night from old to new; Only a sleep from night to morn. The new is but the old come true; Each sunrise sees a new year born.

New Year 2008

2007-10-27T19:24:00.000-07:00

This night of all the nights is the year's last. All, all the other nights are gone, are past...After the evening, with its fading light, put the lid on the hour and close it tight. Close up your tinavy eye; close up the day. Bid the old year Goodbye, and come away.

New Years Are a Chance for a Beginning

2007-10-27T19:22:00.000-07:00

New years are a chance for a beginningEven when there hasn't been an end. Wheels turn in an interminable bend,Yet, marked in one spot, seem to wobble spinning. Each year we hope to do a little better. Although, we know that really nothing's changed. Reason thinks that everything's arranged, So we must dream if we would fate unfetter.

Happy New Year 2008

2007-10-27T19:20:00.000-07:00

Let us all gather round and cheer,With a drink of wine or an ice cold beer Perhaps you're like me and don't drink the swill,Or your like my grandparents who live on pills. Maybe this world seems harsh at times,Or its just that most of us just like to whine. I'd say that this is a great place to be,It all depends on how we can see. True we've had bad things in the past,But we know in our hearts that these will not last. If we try our best to be simple and pure,There's nothing our hopes and dreams cannot cure. So, I don't know the value this is worth,But lets all try to be happy and heal Mother Earth! Happy New Year! 2008

How Beautiful the Turning of the Year

2007-10-27T19:18:00.000-07:00

How beautiful the turning of the year!A moment artificial yet profound:Point upon an arbitrary chartPassing like a breath upon the heart,Yearning with anticipation wound,New hope new harbonavy in old-fashioned cheer.Even when the boundary line is clear,We recognize the oneness of the ground.Years, like circles, do not end or startExcept we lay across their truth our art,Adjusting dates as they go round and roundRevolving to a tune long sung and dear.

Happiness Depends on More than Years

2007-10-27T19:09:00.000-07:00

Happiness depends on more than years.All one's moments gather to a wavePassing in a rolling swell of tears,Passions too immense to name or save.Yet New Year's is a crest on which to sing,Now poised between the future and the past.Each awaits what course the fates may bring,Winds that never touch the things that last.Years turn and turn with an hypnotic graceEven as the depths of life lie still.Although above one cannot silence face,Remember that below the divers will.