Prayer: For the Birth of a New Year
God of winter morning,
Of new day born from the waters of night;
A feeble cry from Mother Earth's horizon,
A murmured moan from lingering stars;
Infant soft, blue-veined is your child, Dawn.
Into the waiting arms of Your people
You gift this newness to us...
O God, help us to look with awe-laden eyes,
Let us hear with soft-edged hearts the first cries
of the New Year, of a new day,
that we may come running as if life,
fragile and tear-stained,
O Creator, lover of life,
What child has been born as Day this hour?
Stretched across heaven and earth,
Arms wide open
Waiting for us to return the embrace --
To count fingers and toes of light and rivers,
bird and flower,
woman, man, and child.
Straining to hear a whispered word --
A song of peace,
A hymn of promise,
A lullaby of justice.
God who was, now is, and will still be,
Show us the way of newness --
conceived by Your desire,
born of Your Love's labor,
In this now toddling year,
we move, outstretched in hope, toward You.
To come out of my dreariness I have consulted the tarot with a part from this prayer: "Oh God, show me the way of newness". The card that I have pulled is Ace of Quills (Swords) from the Jane Austen Tarot.
There is a contrast in color in the picture. The quill and the book are white and the background grayish-black. Book and quill attract attention that way. The whiteness of the book and quill make me think of the newness of the year. Still, I think the way of newness is not to keep the pages blank. The way of newness is to inscribe the book, to write in it through living, day by day, from moment to moment, filling the pages of the year with deeds and thoughts and encounters. That makes the long stretch of the year that lies ahead bearable for me.