Waiting for a New Year
This is the time to be slow
Lie low to the wall
Until the bitter Winter passes
Try as best you can not to let
The wire brush of doubt
Scrape from your heart
All sense of yourself
And your hesitant light.
If you remain generous
Time will come good
And you will find your feet
Again on fresh pastures of promise
Where the air will be kind
And blushed with new beginning.
John O'Donahue