ON THE EVE OF ANOTHER YEAR
God be with those who take too much on themselves
Who feel something is required of them
When the earth turns into a new year
That somehow they must ease its path through space
Give rest to yourselves those who care to that degree
And rest knowing
The wind can breathe without you
The trees as well
The stars
Rest now
Rest from care
From worry
From overthinking it
From the sorrows you feel
Somehow compelled to bear
Christ bore all
Christ bore all
Only be.
Like the grass lives
Like babies sleep
On their mother’s lap
Dream into Time
In all the tenses
Dream, You are
Consolation’s own.
Mary angela douglas 31 december 2023
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