Tonight’s The Night The World Begins Again

And you ask me what I want this year, and I try to make this kind and clear

Johnny Rzeznick serenades me through the magic of digital formatting, and in tune with the piano’s descending minor arpeggio, I am lost in a spiraling recursion of reflection.

…just the chance that maybe we’ll find better days…


The mirror’s reflection is nothing if not honest.  And through the looking glass of this single year, I can see that I have aged ten.  Or perhaps, more appropriately, thirteen.

And I know I am not alone. This has been a…complicated…year for many.  

Cuz I don’t need boxes wrapped in strings, and designer love, and empty things

But sometimes the most complicated and confusing set of seemingly unrelated but interwoven events ~ no matter how intensely painful or ostensibly irresolvable ~ thread together to create the textured tapestry that becomes the background for the plot of the novel of one’s life.

…just the chance that maybe we’ll find better days…

And my novel is still being drafted.

My denouement has not been reached.

Perhaps yours has?  Perhaps it has not.  I don’t know.

I need someplace simple where we could live, and something only you can give

What I do know is that this year has brought with it many questions, and few answers.  A series of turning points without resolution.  It has been, in many ways, a sequence of assays.  A catechism of the heart.

…and that’s faith and trust and peace while we’re alive…

But I am the author of my own life.  And I have been rightfully accused (by My Love) of being an eternal optimist.

So while chapter 2013 may be nearing its end…  My finale is far off yet.  As is yours.

There are still many paths ~ complete with twists and turns ~ to explore.

And there is always always an alternate ending.

And the one poor child who saved this world, and there’s ten million more who probably could

Christmas Eve is, for me, a spiritual time.  Reflection on the past.  Preparation for the future.  And presence ~ fully engaged and interactive presence ~ in the moment.

…if we all just stopped and said a prayer for them…

And in this moment…

I wish everyone was loved tonight and somehow stop this endless fight

This is the wish I share with you:

… just a chance that maybe we’ll find better days…

* * * * * * * * * *

I know this Christmas will be more meditative than merry for many of you.
So rather than repeat a platitude this holiday, I simply offer you this heartfelt hope:

Peace and Love to You and Yours
Today, Tomorrow, and Always

From Me, and (especially *to*) Mine

0 thoughts on “Tonight’s The Night The World Begins Again

        1. Mrs Fever Post author

          Heh heh. Let your fingers do the walkin’… 😉

          I used to have spectacular handwriting. But that’s a use-it-or-lose-it skill, and my hands have… been busy elsewhere.

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