The ticking clock struck the hour for a new year to begin.
Each second was a memory from the months, the minute running thin.
The chimming, clanging bursting sound the new second of the annals in time.
Kissed by the one -married to while the year past runs through her mind.
The future is now we're stepping into - the great by and by.
What will be the answer this year, she says with a sigh.
Thumbing through God's bestseller, the prescription for a weary mind;
Are the words for every thirsting bosom-- captured and defined.
The great spirit-sweet lingers with her in the fresh midnight dew;
Raising worried gray matter from the depths to colors fresh and new.
And yet, it is the day has come and she is but the same;
so she resolves not to make a resolution once again.
But to sit in her lowly tavern drinking the words of Psalm.
And barely aware of the mysteries that are bringing her along.
Because the steps she will make are already made for her in time
by the One whose infinite wisdom moves within her renewed mind.
© 2012 ML Michaels
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