Epiphany (2017)

(From 2017)

Sun setting on another year. Next one nearly here. We won't get another sun, same one. We won't get any new rain, it's the same, returning from five million millenniums ago. 

You have a yearning for this past year? Lingering its exit? Better lament fast, the horizon pulls down the last orange hours, then the dark ending.

There are powers so beyond understanding, that bend the galaxy's path, that spark a brand new heart, biophysical mysteries of grandeur and majesty drawing freestyle the next civilization's zodiac of stars. 

Thank God we're not in charge, what a mess we would make of the cosmos. Look what we've done here, in such a short time.

The prime of progress or the crime of regress, it's hard to tell sometimes, which is winning.

New year, new beginning. Another chance to get it right, get it done, get it all better. Or some of it, and then there's the lurking unexpected, there will be plenty of that, too, we know it's always there. 

So many reminders in my day of how little I actually control, I'm left with only my attitude alone, always still mine to determine.

Forever in this life the true illusion, so the physicists tell us, time doesn't exist, nor the year that just past, just a way of measuring distance we are assured, the first moment still momenting, the Big Bang echoed in our DNA, or how DID we get here, anyway? If I knew I'd never say.

New years are overblown like every holiday, what can we do? Hope for good fortune the whole year through, for others first, ahead of us in need. 

For each new blessing, a thank you in advance, and the new year's chance to be anywhere again, this old sun would agree, this last of the year's epiphany.