Time to put those ghosts to rest.
Deep hurts to bed,
Sad tears to sleep,
Wrongs to wither to dust.
Time to change our heart.
Anger to calm,
Bruised hearts to heal,
Ice cold closed hearts to melt.
Time for others.
Give when you have nothing to give
Listen when you prefer to talk
Judge not, unless you are the judge.
And welcome in a New Year dawning.
Sing until you can sing no more,
Laugh until your belly hurts,
Dream the impossible dream
Plan the possibilities
You are the author of your own life story.
Debi K. Moore