On the Threshold of a New Year

The year now wanes, its final light

Flickers low against the night.

For some, 2025 was kind—

Fields bore fruit, dreams aligned.

Laughter found a lasting home,

Prayers answered, wounds outgrown.

Yet for many, the same sun rose

On days of grief and unseen throes.

Tears were stitched into each dawn,

Loved ones lost, familiar gone.

Across the earth, in ash and flame,

War scarred cities, crushed the unnamed.

Borders bled, the helpless cried,

Truth was bent, and peace denied.

The world grew weary, hearts grew tight,

As shadows stretched their longest might.

Persecution’s weight increased-

Faith was tested, rest decreased.

Believers hunted, silenced, torn,

Still clung to hope tho’ bruised and worn.

Our hearts are troubled, heavy still,

By hatred’s roar and violence’s will.

Yet here we stand-unbroken, stayed,

By love our strongest barricade.

We choose to strive, to still abide,

In faith that lifts, in truth our guide.

Tho’ lies parade in borrowed light,

Truth shall rise with quiet might.

We guard our hearts, our homes, our kin,

Against the siege that wars within.

With every trial, we shall grow,

Stronger than the blows we know.

Adversaries sharpen us,

Suffering refines our trust.