//it’s time: a yearly reflection//

It’s time. 

It’s time to pick up the pen again

To make some space, 

sifting through a cluttered mind

To dust the cobwebs covering 

like lace woven, an intricate design

It’s time to embrace the memories 

To dig in dusty boxes, 

pulling out instead of pushing down 

To search in the nooks and crannies, 

where they are waiting to be found

It’s time to gather up all that’s happened 

To sit with boxes of this years recollections 

captured in photographs 

To remember, the countless moments 

that bring out many tears or a contagious laugh

It’s time to make room for some pondering 

To hold close those moments of sunshine 

and smiles which filled your daily life

To grieve the deep losses, hard parts 

and hours as you waited up in the night

It’s time to sort through and decide what to keep

To release and let go your expectations 

of how you thought this year would go

To receive all this year did have to offer, 

the lessons learned, and ways you did grow

It’s time to remember this year gone by

To rest in the joy of precious times 

and in the aching of those that caused pain

To be grateful for the growing 

that happened because of the heavy rain. 

It’s time celebrate all that’s come and gone

To marvel at the impressions this last year has left

To savor the lingering echos of giggles 

and all the hidden places still feeling bereft 

So take time to reminisce

write down

sort and sift through

Take hold of the treasures

lessons and the trials too

All of it’s precious, a souvenir of the recent past

And gently place it back in that dusted off box 

Where those moments will forever outlast 

It’s time to get ready as another year approaches 

To surprise you in a daily unknowing, 

still boxed up in a brand new 365 days 

To catch you off guard in the mundane 

with its unexpected ways 

It’s time.