Every year there is a celebration
Remembering a person’s being
Many call every life a miracle
Seeing so many images of God
Every year there is a count
Knowing that the seasons rotated yet again
Remembering friends and family
Seeing that time always marches on
The heart begins to question everything
Have I lived up to my potential?
Am I where I should be today?
Could I do better?
Sometimes numbers can be mocking
From age to the bank account
It seems they can be used as a weapon
Speaking of who is relevant.
They say the number is too small
They say the number is too large
Everywhere there is a reason for rejection
An excuse without true merit
Yet even the darkest thoughts are only shadows
The light shines in the darkness
Faith says that God did not reject
Faith says today is blessed