As the Year Winds Down
As the year winds down memories flutter in the breeze like forgotten leaves darting and spinning along the park grass. The hopeful start has met reality. The aspirations have, once again, collided with human frailty. The daily news has regurgitated another 12 months of human foolishness, vanity, greed, lust and anger, with only the odd spark of hope leaping momentarily – a glow of life in a dark morass. A kindly gesture, a noble deed, a generous gift have been witnessed here and there; Alerting hope and future. As each year passes, a certainty grows, whether in my life or death the Messiah will come again. The cycle will stop. Eternity will begin.