Precipice

A Poem for the New Year

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Precipice

As we stand on the precipice
  of the New Year,
  girding our loins to take
                    the leap,

  let us look behind
  at the well-trodden path
  of little delights in flowers unfolding,
  of skin-scraping thorns lunging at our legs,
  of sore muscles and stone-beaten feet,
  of the cool refreshment of lapped spring water.

Let us then look ahead
  into the unknown,
  unfamiliar,
  un-trodden path

  and take the bubbling fear
  in our shaking hands,
  and look up
  to the One who
          goes before,
          stays behind,
          lights our path,
          bears us up;

  to the One who
  lives in the eternal now;

  to the One who
  is not tossed
  by the ebb and flow
  of turbulent time.

This One stands above the precipice,
yet stoops to us to take
                    the leap.