Passing Year

Thursday, December 31, 2015 10:06

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Passing Year

On the precipice of the end of an old year,

I am peering towards the horizon of the new one

The only certainty is God, the spoken word of love,

descended from heaven, a beloved Son, his only one

Each passing year seems much shorter than the last,

time races along, with the finishing line just ahead

The gift of breath, of life, of championing love,

is a fleeting glimpse of eternity, of the journey ahead

Wrinkles, scars, our greying features, our time’s mark,

an imprint of decaying, for the outer shell fades away

Behind ageing, watery eyes, is bestowed a blessed vision,

a promise of heaven, to calm the soul, as the years pass away

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