brendabradshaw- Журнал, 01 янв 22

I found this poem in 1998...don't remember where, but it struck a chord with me and has been a "share thing" ever since. It's by Robert Browning.

The year is closed, the record made,
the last deed done, the last word said.
The memory alone remains; of all it's joys, it's griefs, it's gains.
And now with purpose full and clear,
we turn to meet another year.

May 2022 be a year of blessing, restoration, healing and hope for the multitudes.