As A Year Begin
Poem By Mary Wismer
The blossoms of the New Year's crown
Bloom from the ashes of the dead.'
The Old Year's heart was full of greed;
with selfishness it longed and ached,
and cried: 'I have not half I need.
My thirst is bitter and unlaced.
But to the New Year's generous hand
all gifts in plenty shall return;
True love it shall understand;
by all your failures it shall learn.
I will bring Sweet smiles,
That told no pain just faith.
As you gazed unto my eye,
And I fell in your sweet embrace
Softly whisper your passion
Come to me my loving heart.
I felt so safe in your arms.
As past years hurried by,
Still we'd gaze eye to eye
How golden the memory
Sheer magic it weaves,
And as a New Year begins
As eternal love Wrapped
in our flowing desires.
Revelry A floral sheer magic it weaves,
The joyous bells echoed
From the depth of my souls embrace.
Let me be brave when the burden is great,
Faithful when wounded by sorrow;
Teach me, when troubled, with patience to wait
the better and brighter to-morrow.