and just as every life is but a link in Nature’s being and every poem just another layer of its meaning and every wave of grief and joy a flicker in its burning just so is every year, and week, and day, a new returning
to each other, working to be honest with our faces to ourselves, surrendering our need for trading places to the land, the work of being symbiotic creatures to the Spirit shaping us into our own best teachers
may we recognize what’s ours to mend this coming year and let the waters soften us with every blessed tear tonight we raise our glass to this, while candles brightly burn – to our own holy struggles as we turn and yet return
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