Tuesday, December 29th, 2009...1:30 pm

Countdown

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beginnings

Stay up late to be wide-awake
witnesses as time molts
the last dry deadness
of last year’s skin
outgrown

and emerge, having grown,
with soft skin freshly painted
with the new year’s colors.

Coming to the almost-midnight
New Year’s countdown,
I want to join time
in molting the self
that died and dies again,
the steady decrease of me
for the increase of Another

so that I may

emerge, having grown,
with soft heart freshly wrapped
with presentable wisdom
as I continue a countdown
of my own.

So teach us to number our days
That we may present to Thee a heart of wisdom.

- Psalm 90:12

(A High Calling Blogs Random Act of Poetry, for L.L. Barkat’s prompt to write a poem containing a New Year’s word. The word I chose: countdown.)



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