2023 has 365 Days

Dear friend, I wrote this sweet poem for you, because I know you may be pressured already to do a whole lot of things in 2023, and whether this pressure is coming from you or others, I just want you to read this poetry and find some love and peace. Because indeed, it has 365 days.

Away with the nonsense, for I see clearly the vision
I am not bound by the words that fall of these lips off yours or mine
For sometimes, if I speak freely and truly
I am quickened by hastiness and forwardness
The push to do it now and not be late
So this new breeze that approaches shall smile on me
That I may do all I can to win this time
There in the castle of Now, not Later
There in the imminency of immediacy
I am roped by my longing desire to belong
That I forget me who truly needs some time
For this white oak tree sparking needed some cleaning yesterday or today
For this shinning dress did need sewing and weaving
For it didn’t just come to be

I would take it that my hands have moved to fast
But no, I say not, guide my thoughts oh mighty heavenlies
For I speak in thoughts that ravage my heart
And this rather subtle spirit tells me to chill
Chill in a freezer while these other lots pepper the gang?
Chill in this cold uncertainty while these other one’s paint town colorful?
This burden in my heart, racing like a race car
This burden that I feel, plundering my existence to doubt
So, what if I do what I always felt
Rush the flowing water and make it a stream
Painful anxiety I care not ravishing my head
What if I destroy all these hope and faith and longing
What if it was meant to be this way

But a voice still lingers in a corner of my mind
Telling me that I have everything I need
Telling me to chill, oh that word pains my guts
Telling me to make a plan
Oh plan the downfall you mean?
Never! Says the still voice
For every little step that leaps
Every little hand that moves
Every push to this effect shall birth visions of the morrow
Every chase of dream
Every one at the time
Every per day and now work in it
Shall birth the vision long dreamed of

And there goes the stars
Clapping in thy favor
Hopeful for the days to come
Steady and Calm
And there goes the days
Working for thy good
Casting eyes and hearts on progress statutes
Wishing each day becomes a miracle
For the work put has been its germination
For the rush was never needed
The pressure, a mad distraction
And the temptations; a problematic bulb shattered with grace!

Dear friend, if you read this poem slowly, you would understand that I wrote it intentionally for you, because I feel that every end of a year, people are pressured about what the new year holds and how they would cope or even succeed. However, God wants you to know that he’s got you and that you have nothing to fear.

The truth is that a lot of people will pen down things that they wont even do in 2023, but that is not going to be your case, if writing is what suits your spirit, please write. If a small recording is what is good for you, please say the words and if keeping it locked in your heart is your favorite thing to do, then go ahead.

However, while you do these things, always include God as a part of your plans and keep staying hopeful. Refuse to be pressured, Refuse Anxiety, refuse tension, refuse anyone to make you feel useless and most importantly, Refuse intimidation of any kind.

There are 365 days in the year 2023, don’t be pressured.

Keep working hard.

I wish you a happy new year in advance dear friend.

Till next time,
Warm Regards,
Amanda Sibi.