A New Year

 

The old year ebbs away,

taking with it many memories.

It is placed in the archive of life,

of our own personal journey.

The past is where it belongs,

inaccessible and unalterable.

It cannot be changed or revised,

only revisited and learned from.

A new year dawns which we await,

we wait patiently in the present.

The future is on the horizon,

shrouded in mystery and uncertainty.

It is beyond our control,

hope spurs us on into the future.

We hold tight as a beacon shines,

but it does not illuminate the way forward.

It beckons us to step into the unknown,

with an outstretched hand.

The past is gone beyond reach.

The present is where we are.

The future is God's domain.