As a New Year dawns,
Will you require Brain or Brawn?
Will you acquire a smile or a frown?
It’s new, it’s old
That’s next year foretold.
What’s new?
The year.
What’s old?
The Monk!
And the fear!
Of how it will begin and how it will end,
What and where will be the bend?
Our hope?
If it begins well,
It will end swell.
But in-between?
Well, the chips of a smithereen!
Come together,
Either in order
Or disorder,
Depending on the plan—
Not yours, not mine,
And may not even be with
Hoped-for élan!
But it’s a plan
We can’t scan,
Can’t even fathom—
Not its depth, not its breadth,
Or the cleft,
Through which we must fall
Before we sail or bail.
Sway like bamboo,
Or get impaled!
And from whence this wind gusts?
Rustlin’ up our storms
Of lusts, rusts, musts and trust
Through which we must sail?
He’s One of our kind.
He’ll never let us fail.
If with Him, we are aligned.
So why worry if it’s new
Or it’s old?
Reject, renew, renovate, rebrand—
Be bold!
And you won’t catch a cold!
By Brian Fernandes
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