(behind the clanging bells
and chorus cheers,
under all the glitter
and every piece of confetti)
listen closely, beloved:
your greatness
has never been a question.
Like the sun in the east
each morning,
and the restless beat
of the tides,
you are more constant
than the constellations.
So shake off the dust
of the well-worn year,
and reach your fingers
out to grab the new:
good things wait for you
there.
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