New Year

God saw all that he had made, and it was very good.
And there was evening, and there was morning.

The first chime of Big Ben ushers in the new
Upon a nation waiting for the old to die
With nanosecond precision in the tick of a clock
Heralding twenty thirteen on the meridian:
Pole to pole, north-south through Greenwich,
Dividing east from west, and us from them
With man-made lines placed on the planet,
So that which did not exist comes into being
With this year’s calendar, as time meets eternity.
While the Maker surveys the year that’s gone
Saying, yes, it was good, even very, very good
And though unknown whether there’ll be a tomorrow,
Blesses not just the revellers of Parliament Square,
But all of creation with unending grace.

January 2013

Image of Big Ben, by courtesy: Neil Vannett

[1] Genesis 1: 31