A new year stands on my doorstep
ready to enter my life's journey.
something in me welcomes this visitor:
the swiftness of the coming
the boldness of the entrance
the challenge of a year's good-bye.
something in me fears this visitor:
the unnamed events of future days
the wisdom needed to walk love well
the demands of giving away and growing
a new year stands on my doorstep.
with fragile caution I move
to open the door for its entrance.
my heart leaps with surprise,
joy jumps in my eyes,
for there beside this brand-new year
stands my God with outstretched hand!
He smiles and gently asks of me:
can we walk this year together?
and I, so overwhelmed with goodness,
can barley whisper my reply:
Copyright Joyce Rupp