blue

blue is great
color- looks good
on the sky
less so on
the human heart...

i'm rising

i'm rising Lord

Like the sun that

Finds a seat always

In the heart of

The sky

So are your mercies

The sky never turns

Away its frequent

Visitor

Likewise you never leave

So are your mercies

Like the sky,

So the heart

Like the sun

So my heart

One in the other

Will find a home

For always, the other

In the one, Amen.

what's new about the new year?

the air smells like it did yesterday morning- chill, dusty, dry.

there's the same quiet, the same calm where i am, ensconced at work.

i look just the same, though i have aged one more day, together with all of earth's billions of tenants ecstatic about the 'new' year. don't get me wrong, i have nothing against a new year or the excitement that attends it's birth. i simply am a bit reluctant to join in a (truly) precipitate enthusiasm hinged on the 'magic' inherent in the new year. there is as much magic for new choices, new beginnings- there is this magic in everyday. a counter argument would run that there is nothing wrong then in choosing (good one) to utilize that potential for change more at an arbitrarily defined point seeing that this does not in any way hinder or clash with the alternative choice of refusing to venerate one day above another. well said, but what's new about the new year?

each human must make today choices that can add up to a future he/ she can live with. you must choose today a tomorrow you can eagerly anticipate. and this is a daily choice- to leave off destructive influences, to embrace constructive ones; to celebrate the forces and persons that build you up while you clamp down the forces that pull you apart. what of life's imperfections, the flaws that are a composite part of our different situations? even these must be coerced by choice into conforming with what mental picture we have of ourselves and our lives or by choice we would let some things alone, choosing to refuse to alter them. in that sense, a new year begins daily.