Today, just a bit of original poetry.
(or should I call you “Twentythirteen”?)
you had a good run.
The events, memories, touchstones,
too many to now recount
even if I had the desire to recount them all,
were all leading up to this one moment: the clock striking twelve.
And, sure, people who call themselves religious made fools of themselves this past year
as they did in 2012
and even as far back as year 1
(and before then),
but I expect nothing less. Fear seems not to know that all things can be new
in the new year,
and it continually shows up, right on time, staying long past the party is over, waking up in a haze on your living room floor expecting breakfast.
Fear does that.
Fear of the other, of difference,
fear that “not being right” means failure.
Fear has survived too many years in a row, even past the angel’s cries of “Fear not.”
Fear doesn’t take a hint.
For 2014, I wonder if we can all make this resolution:
Let us hold that someone else’s opinions
aren’t threatening to me. We need not fear them.
Let us instead hold that the only threatening thing in this world is indifference.
And then, maybe, we’ll get somewhere.
2013, you had a good run. But sometimes the clown car took over the religious circus.
2014, here’s to hoping that you have within you
(and you do, as the incarnation makes clear)
the ability to have it done differently.
Blessed New Year