Quiet Victory

As the year draws to a dramatic close, I find it worthy to note:

That I am still here, standing

Somehow undefeated. 

It is something of a wonder, 

a little too short for miracle

perhaps too quiet for breakthrough

much too modest for victory... 

It is to look out of the window 

and realize you slept through the snow. 

It is to voyage after a storm and count

yourself among the unshaken. 

To remain, to be of that which did not wash away...

It parts the sea of my tears

It feeds my soul five thousand loaves

It resurrects my dreams from their tomb

Oh it is too sombre for celebration, 

but I bow my head a moment

In reverence, in deep gratitude 

And whisper Thank You.