Cold and brown
lies the earth beneath a coat of snow
and yet the scene emerges
as a thing of beauty.
On stark and peeling branches
a red cardinal sweetly sings its song.
Mistakes and should-have’s
haunt and rattle my repose;
long is the list of regrettable acts
that blight and stain my soul.
Unmasked, I offer a sincere apology
to each and everyone I’ve wronged.
A chance at renewal
greets me like a blast of cold wind;
I pray for forgiveness
and am awakened, ready to begin again.
From this day forward, with God’s help,
may I begin to sing new and better songs.
Thanksgiving Day, 2016 Nov 24