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.

Resurrected
like children
playing at cowboys and Indians;
arising
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
battle-scarred
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;
stumbling
in the darkness;
frightened
by the shapes cast
on the cavern walls.

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

We awaken.
Perhaps
we were not dreaming;
perhaps
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
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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.
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