Line by line,
I wrote them out,
All the things for which I pined,
Fully on guard against rout.
Month by month,
Time flew right by,
But like the church in Corinth,
My will and drive I couldn't fortify.
Here and now, in the eve of another new year,
Another 365 days of countless possibilities,
I make plans to avoid playing it by the ear,
And pray for grace that transcends my capabilities.
©desewa
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