//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.

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