NEW YEAR


NEW YEAR


This year 
May we risk believing
That old bruised fruit 
Can grow new skin
That the tables in our temples
Can be overturned
Dust shaken from rugs
Threadbare and worn
Their colour, renewed.
That the fragile pier of faith
Which juts into the sea
Will hold up when we walk
On turbulent waters
Its rotting wood
Lovingly
Excised and restored

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