New Habit
As you embark
On the journey
Of new habit
May the road
Of intentions
Prove smooth and joyous
May the unfamiliar pattern
become extraordinarily
ordinary with ease and grace
There is a wishing well
in my sacred garden
that hidden place
where only I tarry
It’s near the swing
in the glen
near the tinkling voice
of the brook
Sometimes, I forget to toss in
trinkets of value
and wishes brightly
And, yet, when I do
life’s magic prevails