When the stones of time are turned
When our eyes are open wide
Will we see more horror
or will the tears have dried

Though the days will fly
They will seem so slow
Time won’t stay still
It comes and then it goes

In the coming year, we wonder what will be
When we look around the corner what it is we’ll see

If we hold lightly and
we don’t grasp
Time will slide by gracefully
Dissolving in the past

If we let the days flow
Like a river or a stream
We’ll hum the song that angels sing
During their dreams