A Poem for The New Year

A beginning?
by Glenn C. Koenig
26 December 2025

In the end
There is always
A beginning

Too familiar?
Perhaps
But oft forgot!

Too long in darkness
Our torch batteries
are now exhausted

Our outstretched hands
Yearning to touch
Something, Anything

Separated from others
Hearing voices
None with firm directions

Are we headed
For the mouth?
Or for the abyss?

Rivers of fear
Run within
Our weary veins

But know
This maze
Of cultural travel

Has not one
But many exits
For us to choose

With eyes adjusting
I see the forms of
Seekers here around me

A rumor of light
Ahead, can we trust?
Do not stop now

Leave the rubble
Of hallowed halls
destroyed behind us

Their domes and spires
No longer house
Any authority

There is no mortar 
To bind their bricks again
No need to try

We each find
A few companions
Reaching light ahead

Yet to stand
And wave to others
On nearby hilltops

We guide each other
Of various genes
Humanity all

Our Cooperation
More beneficial
Than any commander

We find nature
Within ourselves to
Strive for harmony