The Year Turns

The year turns 
And so the memories haunt 
The space between
The festivities and twinkling lights
Whispering to be heard
Intricately woven on gossamer threads
Stranded through time
Grasped in the depths
Falling low
To whispers of love
And soft tears that fall
To be loved
To be fully known

Emmanuel
God with us
Today and every day.