Resolutions
A Christmas come and gone once more…
Another year of one’s own lore,
To contemplate and create anew…
The coming year’s resolves, a few.
To write upon the weary pages,
Of one’s own heart, alive yet faded.
Resolutions made and lost,
Triumphs yes, disappointments, cost.
To look at one’s own life and see
The need to change, to grow to be
A kinder, patient, more loving soul,
Rekindle hope in one’s own role,
As giver to the one’s we love,
A calming presence, a peaceful dove.
So far from this I clearly see,
The many flaws that make up me.
Yet hope I choose to hold on to,
The belief in Change Within, Renew.
For in one’s change within, alone,
Lies the key to the difference shown…
In every smile and happy face,
The difference from despair, to grace.
copyright 2010 Margaret Biggs