From what I have seen on social media, it's Goodbye, 2021, And Good Riddance.
So sad, for there WAS good in the year to which agendas blinded so many...and so many others felt powerless against a rising tide of hate, lies, and pride.
But the thing is, we're not irrelevant. We can set an example, and although we may never see it's effect in this world, we can know that we're being faithful to God in our every ordinary moments.
That's both enough, and required.
We curse the year that's left behind
and fear what lies ahead,
and thus we wander, oh, so blind
to grace that we ain't dead,
for here we still have hope to alter
all of that which pricks, besieges,
if we let not courage falter
in temptation to what eases
grave concern and itching fear
that we might just be reduced
in the misty coming year,
and in this may be seduced
to the thought that what we bring
won't amount to anything.
Let's just have some musical fun with Yellow Submarine.
Sylvia puts intolerance and anger FAR below ice cream.