I wrote the following reflection regarding our cultural celebration of the New Year in 1992...which is ironically a lot of celebrations ago. I thought I would share this poem with you all this year.
New
Year's Eve
The
night the world
Celebrates
and inebriates
Reliving
the dying old year
Suddenly
relishing
The
time it spent
A year
killing.
Simultaneously...
They
try to remember it—
Grasping
for something
Substantial
to show for a year exchanged.
They
try to forget it—
Guilt-ridden,
Feeling
pain, failure, stress, insignificant, played out.
The
world looks back
On
trivial glories of the past
Entertaining
Hopes
that the New Year
Will
make things right.
The
church looks forward
On its
knees to fruitful service
Watching
Till
that day
All be
made new.
New
Years are like the Law.
Powerless
to save,
They
testify against us
Showing
us where we went wrong.
We
don't need a New Year,
We
need a new birth.
© 1992 Greg K. Dueker
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