Every blessing in the heavens,
grace on grace in lavish fall down,
heirs of unimaginable prospect:
gives us courage to welcome our bound
journeys along these broken trails
tangled deep in sorrow. Still
a glory calls us onward, upward
toward a new age dawn that will
reweave our sufferings in a fabric
stitched design of brilliant make
shaping sense of the whole story
when we finally are awake.
Now then, one foot lead the other,
hold to hope, believe the promise:
there is power for overcoming
all life heavy laid upon us.
I offer this simple poetic retelling of Ephesians chapter 1 as a gift for the journey ahead, as it is we all have set out on the trail of 2015, wherever it will take each of us, into whatever lies in wait, joy and sorrow alike.