For A Moment
Right on the cusp, at the stroke of midnight,
Two very different figures stand side by side.
One very old, bent, and oh so weary,
Holding a tattered and heavily penned daily log.
The other is quite young and full of energy,
Proudly holding a brand new. empty journal.
Shiny bright pen poised to begin.
Time pauses for a very brief moment
As they side by side, gently holding hands.
Father Time turns to look sadly backward.
A tired and world weary sigh escapes.
The path destiny drove him to walk
Was filled with strife, troubles and conflict.
He was ready to leave this journey behind.
Baby New Year looks forward eagerly.
Stars in his eyes and dreams in his heart,
Anxious to begin, to take that first step.
He stands at the precipice of a 12 month trek.
Curiously he looks backward over his shoulder,
Trying to get a glimpse of what the old man sees.
But the past is hidden - not for him to know.
For a moment the two share stand companionably,
Their breaths in sync, their hearts joined.
Then the moment passes. The future is calling.
Gently they release each other's hand.
Father Time is yearning for a well-deserved rest.
He sighs deeply, wishing he could prepare
The innocent, new baby for the roller coaster ahead.
Oblivious, the young one steps forward eagerly.
He accelerates, excited to meet the unknown head on.
Innocent, hopeful and naïve to a fault,
He is only able to imagine a beautiful journey,
A year of joy and peace and love. BUT -
Life is a battle fought between extremes of dark and light.
Woes will challenge him. Joys will uplift his soul.
The future is a mystery that calls us forward.
At midnight we all stand on the cusp of a new beginning.
Suspended between our past and the future that awaits,
We pause to wonder what the journey ahead will hold,
That is the great unknown. And yet we reach for it.
However, at midnight there is still space for us to dream.
For a moment.
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