New Year’s Day

New Year’s Day

It is the New Year,
an opportunity
to begin again;
for a fresh start,
when all that has gone before
is gone.

like children
playing at cowboys and Indians;
after having been shot down:
“I’m a new man again!”

It isn’t quite that simple.
Not for adults.
The game may go on,
but we are
and weary.

The rules remain
the same,
and we have been
permanently changed
by what we have done
and left undone;

our innocence lost,
our hopes dashed,
our optimism eroded,
our faith shaky,
our cynicism
firmly in place.

Dead men walking;
in the darkness;
by the shapes cast
on the cavern walls.

The earth turns
once again
toward the light;
the sky grows pale
and the stars

We awaken.
we were not dreaming;
we dreamed
too much.

Is it wiser
to look forward with courage –
or dwell on past mistakes?
Is it better to laugh
or to cry?

Can the outcome
of childhood’s mock battles
be the solution
to our problems;
the answer
to our prayers?

Is it possible to believe
in a daily resurrection —
to have faith
that at the rising sun
we can each become
“a new man” again?

Deborah Beach Giordano
© January 1, 2010

About inklingscommunity

I am a struggling Christian, committed pacifist, near-obsessive recycler, incurable animal lover, inveterate tree-hugger; a nature mystic, a socialized introvert, an advocate for the vulnerable, an opponent of exploiters.
This entry was posted in General wonderings. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s