Somewhere later in the evening and earlier in the chilled morning hours…the old year fades away like burnt paper. Flaking up the bricked chimney…drifting, sooty and spent…floating out into a freshly blackened sky…gone.
Farewell to the old and welcome to the new…eating, drinking and wiping the slate clean. Those future waters…be they choppy or smooth, they are ours and we row together. My hand rests over yours, fingers cupped around your face’s edge, the toast made…smiling eyes meet mine for we know tomorrow remains as yet, unknown.
We step over the threshold together, away from the old rooms of our lives…forever changed, laughing. Last year is lived…whatever needed patching is done. The past months…a blithering whirlwind…unexpected twists and turns, giant leaps of faith and suddenly living on thin but blessed air. Golden threads pulled me forward and silver strands tug me over the edge into the now; into the what may be.
The drive home is late, late…and the sleep will be sweet, sweet…for the year has rolled over wearily into a new day and I join hands with two I trust the most…you and the Father above…
690 Saint Paul 