A New Day

“Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves. – Henry David Thoreau

Paul Bica 2Photo by Paul Bica

And when we awaken at last
from the nightmare
that shattered our heart,
still with a sleepy eye,
breath by breath, weary
we come to realize
a new day yet again arrived.
A gift for us to hold dear.
Even when the fog sits low
and the sun is slow to rise,
when our steps are heavy
and soul soaked with sorrow,
we can’t let the moment pass
without painting a new
We must become artists
painting with a brush of light,
the faint rays of hope
kissing the morning sky.
By Sharka Waite


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