Missouri Outdoor

While it is true that it’s always darkest before dawn, there is something magical and hopeful every sunrise. Perhaps it’s the perennial promise of renewal. I was up to see it this morning sometime after seven and remembered Sarah Chauncy Woolsey a/k/a Susan Coolidge’s simple verse, New Every Morning. It is balm to the most injured of hearts and a gentle reminder to full and robust ones.

Every day is a fresh beginning,
Every morn is the world made new;
You who are weary of sorrow and sinning,
Here is a beautiful hope for you,
A hope for me and a hope for you.

All the past things are past and over,
The tasks are done, and the tears are shed.
Yesterday’s errors let yesterday cover;
Yesterday’s wounds, which smarted and bled,
Are healed with the healing which the night has shed.

Let them go, since we cannot relieve them,
Cannot undo and cannot atone.
God in His mercy receive, forgive them!
Only the new days are our own.
Today is ours, and today alone.

Here are the skies all burnished brightly,
Here is the spent earth all reborn,
Here are the tired limbs springing lightly
To face the sun and to share with the morn.
In the chrism of dew and the cool of dawn.

Every day is a fresh beginning
Listen, my soul, to the glad refrain.
And, spite of old sorrows and older sinning,
And puzzles forecasted, and possible pain,
Take heart with the day and begin again.

It’s not how many times we stumble and fall, but how many times we summon the will to get up and continue our journey.
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