A New Year Prayer 2024

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123-123, we move,
we slow waltz into the new year
so much like the old one we pause
to check the date. It is the eve
of hope, of birth, of forgiveness,
but not forgetfulness. We pause
to wipe the mud off our shoes or
to shake off dust.  May we move on,
we pray, to the healing, having  
had enough killing and screaming. 
May we reverse reality
so love rides on top and seeps down
through the layers of inflamed men
to suffering citizens and
border crossers.  May we make room
to heal, thrive, and pass on knowledge.
May we take the time to bury
our dead ideas and enmities.
May we nurture the growth of spring.

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