Here I stand, Janus faced;
The door to this year closing,
The door to next year poised to open,
And I? I stand and pause and ponder.
The door swings slowly on its hinges.
I look back to where I’ve been
And ahead to where I’m about to go.
Standing here, I pause and ponder.
What is ending?
What is beginning?
What will I take with me
When I step across the threshold?
Here I stand and pause and ponder.
JDG
aholdingplace 
I sense contemplation with no anxiety or regret, just calm contemplation.
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Junie, thank you so much for sharing your sense of the poem. Maybe all that time I’ve spent with anxiety and regret is beginning to pay off. -Joan
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I sense surrender-a healthy surrender- in these words. And poise. This writing feels really calm and good.
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Thank you, Shelley. I am always interested to hear how my words strike you. Surrender does not come easy for me.-Joan
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