At the hinge of the dayof the hinge of the year
tumbled old and new
I will call, with all within me,
for joy's return.
I will plead for tomorrow’s unknown blessing
upon yesterday’s despair,
for warmth and love
a balmy healing
for wound and scar.
I will pray for shining glint to replace silvered tear
for me, for mine, for us, for ours
and all whom we hold dear.