With every deed you are sowing a seed, though the harvest you may not see.
~Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I know, I already did new year poems, but I'm not done yet. This one spoke to me still:
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1910)
What can be said in New Year rhymes,
That’s not been said a thousand times?
The new years come, the old years go,
We know we dream, we dream we know.
We rise up laughing with the light,
We lie down weeping with the night.
We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and sigh for wings.
We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
We wreathe our brides, we sheet our dead.
We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And that’s the burden of the year.
Today is also a good day to revisit A Blessing for One Who Holds Power and Take Care of This House.
Violet Nesdoly has the Poetry Friday round-up today. Thanks, Violet!