Solemnity of New Years

I put on my white herder robes; in my heart.
Briefly, but frequent.
And then my clipboard returned a gift
What I recognized was instant and deep.
Profoundly solemn.
down, yet not mired.
Inspired while laying out
projects of the new cycle
like an altar,
lit from within,
a combustive reflection
of something greater.
There, as for grace,
no beginnings and
memories crash and seep.
Ah, dream gimel
of the
whatwillbe is nowbeen
and the Isnowbeen
Overlooking All.

Casey Teeter ©2017 All Rights Reserved
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