A New Year

I am the new year.
I am unused, unspotted, without blemish.
I stretch before you three hundred and sixty-five days long.
I will present each day in its turn, a new leaf in the book of life for you to place upon it your imprint.
I am an unspoiled page in your book of time.
I am your next chance at the art of living.
I am your opportunity to practice what you have learned about life during the last twelve months.
Each hour of every day, I will give you sixty minutes that have never known the use of man.
White and pure I present them; it remains for you to fill them.
With sixty jewelled seconds of love, hope, endeavour, patience and trust in God.
All that you sought and did not find is hidden in me, waiting for you to search it but with more determination.
All the good that you tried for and did not achieve is mine to grant when you have fewer conflicting desires.
All that you dreamed but did not dare to do, all that you hoped but did not will, all the faith that you claimed but did not have -- these slumber lightly, waiting to be awakened by the touch of a strong purpose.
I am your opportunity to renew your allegiance to Him who said, "Behold, I make all things new."
I am the new year. I am here -- but once past, I can never be recalled.
Make me your best!

~ Author Unknown