By J. Randal Matheny © 2015
Your grace has brought me safe to another year,
I hardly know how I got from there to here.
While I look forward to a whole year ahead,
I pause to see the year behind that fled.
And flee it did — the winged minutes flew,
Though hours were many, pauses were precious few —
Here, before the still, closed grave;
There, in waters of faith, for God to save;
Again, where powers clashed, the heavens rang
With clanging swords, and angels lightly sang;
And once, when lightning fell in angered rolls,
While Providence spared by seconds a soul, or souls. Continue reading