A new year rises softly on the edge of dawn
Its light revealing paths where yesterday has gone.
I feel the years collect like rings within a tree Quiet witnesses to all God’s shaping work in me.
I watch my grandchildren grow in wisdom through the years Their laughter spilling bright across their winding ways. They chase the future boldly with their open hands Unfolding dreams I may not fully understand.
I see their stories forming where I cannot go A tender ache of love that only age can know. Yet God, who holds all time, will guard the roads they roam His grace is the gentle light that leads them safely home.
And as the seasons turn and I release my own I rest in knowing He walks with them In footsteps beyond my own.
C.K. Sharpe
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