The night has passed
And the year lies open before me.
Late we reflected
And early I slipped into apathy.
Alone I sobbed
To end the year closed behind me
And alone I woke
To start the year, with hope to blind me.
Open thou my lips,
And my mournful mouth shall shew forth thy praise.
Join the song thrush
When heart and mind are stuck in malaise.
Lift the rolling mist
That in early morning covers the ground,
Release my tongue
To speak fresh peace and a new joyful sound.
Written on 1st January 2020.