01.01.2017, notebook

I met Grace by crashing waves
And shouts of a thousand voices celebrating;
the soundtrack-orchestra to my quiet outlook
at the sky above.
You met me with a new chapter when
the clock synchronized to twelve.
You kissed my forehead
and stood right there
as I counted down the seconds.
The words run louder with building anticipation,
and I realize something.
every second is full of grace.
every moment holds chapters in the waiting.
And every tick is opportunity for love.