Editor's note: This poem was written by Wayne R. Scott and sent out for the beginning of the new year. I (Dane) was so moved by it that I wanted to share it with you all. Wayne provided permission for Stage & Story to reprint it. As I look at the calendar, glance at the clock, I ponder the season, reflect, and take stock; And at this, the ending of the year, Why do I harbor some traces of fear? I am but a weak and floundering vessel, Prone to worry and known to wrestle With