Year Cast It Spell Poem by Mohammed Abideen Oluwalonsola

Once a year; every year comes
marching with gong and drums
making it more than a dream
the past, the present and the yet-to-be
by the sound of the tolling midnight bell;
a brand new year will surely awake;
like new falling snow

Thou; we do not know what still awaits
Or what the morrow brings
but with glad salute of faith;
we hail its open wings with joy
and so, we could wish my day to be
while holy cast their presence;
and gentleness of heaven brood over us,
like Jehovah; God of Jews.