I find such comfort in the way you see
Into the future, past and present now,
Here all at once, and still you let me be
As if you trust my strength. I will allow
That when I turned to you I made a vow
To give you all I am: my past, my all.
So here I stand on thresholds, feeling small
But ready at your mark to bypass fear
To take each day by storm, whate'er befall,
And make you everything this coming year.
postscript
For day 28 of --the dizain. Ahhhh...settling into iambic pentameter after a long month of syllabic forms was like getting out of bed on a cold morning and slipping into a hot shower. More of You and less of me, God.