Fifty Two

Fifty two weeks
stretch out in front of me.

Fifty two divinely measured,
units of order and grace,
willing me forward
with a manageable end in sight.

Fifty two opportunities
to make seven days
count for something.
To bless another,
to help create
tangible atmospheres
of goodness and hope.
To lay hold of promises
still unseen in the spirit.

Fifty two carefully
sequenced weeks
first created
by the Creator
as He spoke the world
into existence
and then took time
to appreciate His handiwork.

Fifty two times
to begin afresh
at the start of the week.
To leave the
unfinished
frustrated
disappointment
of the week before
and turn
hope into substance.

I have fifty two weeks.
So do you.