Sing Out The Old. Sing In The New.
(Don't leap into the next year without first taking a look back with thanks.)
She closed her eyes
serene in her anticipation of There,
in her unshakable hope for Then.
And blind, she sat
unaware of the joy of the Here,
closed to the pleasure of the Now
- both within an arms reach of her dreaming.
She opened her eyes
smiling at the memory of what was
laughing at what had been
looking back with thanks.
And thankful, she sang
And thankful, she shouted
with echoes of healing,
of climbing -
to the here,
to the now,
ready for the next,
anticipating the not yet
and prepared for all that was promised.
But for now
she looked back
Steve Page's new publication: Not too big to weep: A poetry anthology