We certainly bear more scars, emotionally and physically, now than we thought we would two years ago.
Still, the good thing about scars is that we get them by surviving the wounds that made them.
We've lost things that is true, but we had them for a precious time and for that we should remember to cherish the everyday things we have today
which may not last out the upcoming uncertain year: friends, sight, pets, a warm home, food in our pantry.
What did Tennyson have Ulysses say just before setting sail for his last voyage onto an unknown sea?
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
What wind could possibly fill our sails this new year? Tenacious Hope. Hope that there will be glimpses of beauty, compassion, and bravery in the months to come.
Perhaps they will not be there for us, but we can give them to those we meet along our voyage.
We can be torch-bearers to souls who need that light more than we know, more than we need it.
Should you stumble in the darkness in the months ahead, may you feel a strong hand reach out to grasp yours, steadying your steps.
In my World-View, we do not know the future, but there is One who holds that future.
May we Hear His Voice in our ears when need it the most.
Happy New Year, my friends ... Roland