The Rebellious Curator

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