New Year

                   New Year

New Year takes the place of old

And as I awake to watch its birth

Gloriously the day unfolds

Its ethereal beauty upon earth.

The sombre greyness of the dawn

Is startled by the sun's first light

Whilst birds in chorus sweetly scorn

Its endless pursuit of the night.

This year though new will quickly wane

And yet another take its place

With blissful mornings, once again

The blessed gift of God's good grace.

Within my heart there burns a flame

With promise of a bright new dawn

For through His love I ascertain

The truth, that I'll again be born.

So at last I cast aside

The remnants of my tattered past

Triumphantly I'm satisfied

This bright new year is not my last.

RAJ . ( © SOMETIME)