Back to the Waters

The year met me with the cult resolution.
An avalanche of to-do's
Flooded my diary;
A new year's guide,
A year without you.

The times slipped through
My weary hands
With unmet goals and contrition.
Resolution forsook me.

Now, where do I go from here?
Resolution, or revolution?
Change of plans,
Or change in execution?

I'm coming back to the waters
Where every old self is entombed,
And all things, made new.
I'm coming back to the waters
Where we first met,
And you unravelled my enigma;
A pile of regrets, cloaked in actions and inactions.

I'm coming back to the waters.
I have my way no more.
Will's not mine.
Will's the Lord's