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I like this wordcandy.... a lot. I love the image of the window and the shadows. Today, when I look out that window, there goes the year walking down the road carrying every burden from the past in a big heavy sack. He is going. Away. Never to return again. This year is going and I am letting him.
I imagine a sweet and quiet southern woman with a big soft, easy body who lets me rest my head on her warm, ready shoulder. I sink right into that shoulder and she lets me stay there. Her voice is deep and steady like the stand up bass that you hardly notice but it holds together the sound of the band. She speaks to me in rhyme, and this is what she says as she gently pats my hand:
This year is a-goin'.
Child, just let him go.
Let him go off on his way
Open your fingers
and loosen your grip
so that you can grab hold of today.
This year is a-goin'.
He's takin' the past
and walkin' it clean out the door.
This year is a-goin' child.
Just let him go.
He won't come 'round here no more...
And, I believe her.
This piece was originally posted on The Brighter Side Blog, December 30, 2012.
I imagine a sweet and quiet southern woman with a big soft, easy body who lets me rest my head on her warm, ready shoulder. I sink right into that shoulder and she lets me stay there. Her voice is deep and steady like the stand up bass that you hardly notice but it holds together the sound of the band. She speaks to me in rhyme, and this is what she says as she gently pats my hand:
This year is a-goin'.
Child, just let him go.
Let him go off on his way
Open your fingers
and loosen your grip
so that you can grab hold of today.
This year is a-goin'.
He's takin' the past
and walkin' it clean out the door.
This year is a-goin' child.
Just let him go.
He won't come 'round here no more...
And, I believe her.
This piece was originally posted on The Brighter Side Blog, December 30, 2012.
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