Perhaps a bit wiser,
a bit kinder, too,
a little bit braver,
a heart that's more true,
a touch of believing I've not known before,
in joys I'm receiving a little bit more.
A little more anxious
to reach out my hand,
despite hurt or problems
to still understand,
accepting the heartache
that life often brings,
a little more beauty
in life's simple things.
A prayer when I'm weary
as onward I trod,
a little more trusting,
believing in God,
'tis this I would wish for
within moments dear,
not a lot - just a little
this wondrous new year.
Garnett Ann Schultz
Born of stardust — passion grew it
your heart spins cold — the dark shows through it
your time long over — wandering far
reflecting on the ghost you are.
You’re just a glimmer — a mere gleam
no substance now — a fleeting dream
a memory of atoms flowing
crossing voids — afire — unknowing
every life’s a light in passing
but nothing born burns everlasting
however fierce — so die they must
worlds to ashes, stars to dust.
Jean Margaret Harvey
your heart spins cold — the dark shows through it
your time long over — wandering far
reflecting on the ghost you are.
You’re just a glimmer — a mere gleam
no substance now — a fleeting dream
a memory of atoms flowing
crossing voids — afire — unknowing
every life’s a light in passing
but nothing born burns everlasting
however fierce — so die they must
worlds to ashes, stars to dust.
Jean Margaret Harvey