A kiss. A small thing, like a mustard seed compared to the crushing pressures of our desperate world. But, doesn't the sweet, small, precious gesture revive the soul, heal the mind, and quicken the flesh? Oh, yes, richly so! May the new year give me thus, this fleeting gift, that small miracle. May it come sweetly and may my longing be satisfied, to experience a taste of a unity divine; when two lovers, in the twinkling of an eye, become one. May the mountain of my solitude be moved, may a resurrected heart rise in it's place.