This Year I Wish

Grief and fear long held me too frail to welcome any new year. An accident vanished me to despair where at best, I lived pail. Then love’s light availed me with strength to befriend my limits and grow my best self through, with and because of spirit. I weep that ignorance can immobilize a good life inside stupidly grown strife where blessings are cloaked and lacking in life. This year, I wish for truth to be demonstrated under my roof; this is a home where love steadfastly, eagerly flows and it’s significance has more import and value than gold. May harmony grow its hold of pureness in selfless family hearts, and keep its stay steady in love’s uplifting mold. I wish destruction upon my Mother’s held bag of nothing, though quite saggy for weighty is the past when a toted bag. I long for content moments that fulfill my Mother’s days and her heart, leaving no residue of sad as falsely dragged. This year, I picture energy lifting me into enthused activities of accomplishment that best tend my home hearth fires, my family, spiritual growth and the notes of my joy’s desires. I have strong new year’s wishes for those in my personal care; that I may activate, in accord with universal flow, all the ways my love’s share might motivate desires in my disabled brother and challenged son to be, do, feel, think, conquer, get involved, learn, follow curiosity and all other turns needed to reach feels that reveal their paths of purpose where fulfillment may evolve. ... CayCay Jennings January 6, 2019