sometimes it becomes too easy
to avoid resolutions, the fear
of disappointing oneself
becomes much too strong.

how do I wish to spend my days?
what if we could know the number of them?
would we change anything?

this year I resolve to spend more time
talking, writing, singing, praying, hoping,
but how do I accomplish it?
do I sit, stare, wonder, worry?

Or would I just sing a song
alone in the darkness,
seeking no acceptance
except in God's holy silence?

Or do I stop the questions.
imagine the answers
let that flower of new snow
unfold within my soul...