Looking forward into an empty year strikes one with a certain awe, because one finds therein no recognition. The years behind have a friendly aspect, and they are warmed by the fires we have kindled, and all their echoes are the echoes of our own voices. ~ Alexander Smith

Complacency,
satisfaction with the known.
Old patterns,
habits even,
feel comfortable
from familiarity.
Yet if they’re deadly —
if they tear down
and never built up —
the old, while comfortable,
hold the power to rot,
to permeate, to subjugate.
We may hate what we do
though we continue
in the actions
for comfort of familiar.
Yet, when we can trust,
believe, hope, dream…
then we may act confidently,
moving through fear,
standing firm without knowledge,
without understanding,
only trusting a greater power
while moving to trails
we’ve never explored.