January
(the month is named after the Roman god, Janus, whose two faces looked in opposite directions and who was the god of doors, or openings.)
At the turning of the year
that two-faced Roman god
looks longingly back,
yet urges us forward
into the unknown.
We stand at the threshold,
knowing we must face
the unknowable,
yet lingering and clinging
to what we leave behind.
The changing pace of time
may fill us with dread
when anxieties overwhelm,
or danger threatens,
or the future has predictable limitations.
There may be hope in days ahead,
promises to be fulfilled,
vows to be made,
new life and new directions
glittering with expectation.
But the two-faced god
pays no regard to pain or pleasure,
simply stands like stone
gazing impassively
in both directions.
Thank God, the God we know,
holds past and future
in living, loving hands
and takes on flesh
to prove the truth of that involvement.
Marjorie Dobson © Stainer & Bell Ltd 2019 from Unravelling the Mysteries
Tag: Turning of the year
At the turning of the year…
The danger of a storm of cliches hovers in the wings…
metaphors mix it with each other…
tides turn, seas ebb…
moons set, suns rise…
worlds spin on their axes…
Strange that marking a year’s end
and a new beginning
feels like a monument rising,
a tower falling,
a significant event
when naming of days is arbitrary.
The rev-counting globe,
moon’s phases
are built in,
each day the same,
undifferentiated.
So why this apprehension?
Why my uncertainty?
Fear,
that death is nearer than it was?
Arrogance,
importing significance to tasks left incomplete?
The intractable magnetism of mystery,
drawing and repelling?
The cliches are gathering…
Andrew Pratt 27/12/2018
