BRING GLORY TO HIS HOLY NAME

Each wish upon a new year's met -
with disappointment and regret.
When I look back, I often see -
my failures seeking, taunting me.

My dreams of goals now clouded, trashed.
Stained memories hopelessly dashed,
and yet again I venture in -
with hopes anew, I lift a pen.

Though, through each word, I try to paint -
another blank white page, I taint.
My resolution still the same:
BRING GLORY TO HIS HOLY NAME.

I still fall short with all I write -
just like my life, a crimson white.
A hopeless life, He can restore -
like no one else, now or before.

So, with each failed poem I write -
I too, should pause and take delight.
Though words seem wrong, my heart is right -
upon this year's nigh closing night.

If I could write perfect refrains -
they sadly would be counted gains.
Yet resolution's still the same:
BRING GLORY TO HIS HOLY NAME.

Next year I too will also write -
(Humble and Pride will fight the fight)
My struggle always will remain:
BRING GLORY TO HIS HOLY NAME.

This poem won second place for the December 2023 poetry contest