Sacrifice.
As I listen, standing up,
All pews filled to the brim;
Sacrifice resonates.
Thoughts run through my head,
Cut sharp with the singing of the choir;
And the unbearable heat of noon.
Sacrifice.
It is that time of the year again,
When one must give up Her Everything;
Could be a need, a want, or an idol.
Sacrifice.
It is no enjoyable word, or act.
Yet, ironically, it brought me a kind of peace;
Finally, my New Year; it's finally here.
Sacrifice.
The act of surrendering one's needs, wants, or idols:
For a higher purpose; for a loved one or two;
For Him, because He did it for you.
Sacrifice.
It is a personal journey.
He and you alone know where it begins;
And where it shall end.
Random thoughts on an Ash Wednesday;
Musings on a beautiful day.
T'was quite the sacrifice, all 45 minutes on my feet.
"Finally my New Year, it's finally here." I love this line. Come to think of it we do have different "new years". And how beautiful it is that we are diverse and unique like this. That change is akin to our idiosyncrasies is what makes us wonderfully human.
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