resolution

i'd rather not celebrate the dropping of the ball
to see it expire, draw its last breath and stall.
i'd more willingly set an attainable goal
that can be reached from most any shoal -
i'd rather resolve not to get too extreme
about the dropping of a ball, the death of a dream.

on the last day of the year that now precedes us
i'd like to celebrate a thing quite joyous
a living dream, fitting for all to desire -
to be pure as gold, when held to the fire.
i'd like for anyone who knows me at all
to be able to say that in things large or small

i held myself to a level much higher
than the previous year, while trudging through mire.
may my husband and my children say,
'she's one who lived her life each day
with a fervor for a loving God,
mindful of Him, each step she trod.'

may this life be, during introspection,
a testament and an honest reflection
of a King Whose tender love now reigns
with no portion of judgment upon the flames
of a raging desire within His chest
to be worshipped in purity and in earnest.

so as i succumb to the newness of days -
may i be ever constant in this praise
never to let myself lose the resolve
or the truth in this testimony dissolve.
may He be exalted, High above all highs
as i hold up the ball, reaching into the skies.

-a.o.