A Poem for the New Year from Rev. Dr. David D. Young

What feeds us…

is not necessarily what has fed us in the past.

We have just participated (or indulged)

in a seasonal explosion
of gains and losses,
and tried to pull things together
as one year closes.

And oh…

how our world is a changin’
- but who knows how long and how fast?

There is fear and discouragement

in the air around us’
while the soul seeks to call 911
in the wake of inner imbalance
caused by the ambush and intrusion
or these past two years.

And we hunger…

and our longings change
- but we know not how or why.

And yet…

we are those who live within the promise
of a turning…
as the Word turns and as the world turns
hope is born anew!

And so…

We gathered New Year’s Sunday
for a meal that heals,
and spiritual food that fills.

God’s Word for our worlds

- both within and without.

And our becoming…

(as we’re fed and led)
Is cradled in a presence
bidding us to
love and live
and give and give!

Rev. Dr. David D. Young
Senior Minister