Ode to a Year

Pages thick and deep of a poured soul.
Rain in drizzled wonderment and washed clean.
Accomplishment of full hope flames and mull
purging thoughts through vessels ignored yet sheen.
This attempt dared the youth to burn full tilt,
to summer's edge and winter's beginning,
with tumult and without break for breathing.
No weary leaf did wilt
through timeless times and hungry clocks spinning
but growth grew a soul and a hand teething.

Though boulders came crushing for writing blocks
no obstacle stood habit established.
Each corner had beat with crunching, cold knocks,
yet the long goal, down hill pursued, had this.
Melted teeth grit with sweat and desire for sound.
Perfected distresses and lethargy
conquered with determination and prayers.
Grace more o'er abounded
and rushed rescue to dulled and faded glee
to rise phoenixes and dragon slayers.

'Twas grace through which God did guide path unworn
and with sips of love and blessing He moved.
'Twas He, who birthed existence, made new born;
Words ordered in imperfect hands He proved.
Through this power and forming a small mind
He filled my fingers with hopes for a few.
He lifted me o'er every rock face sheer,
in me He dug the mine
and outed steel cages from which doves flew.
He wrote my hands in a glorious year.