Living in the present is delicious!

A poem to ponder;

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.

Ah 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 night has shed.

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 in spite of old sorrow and the older sinning, And puzzles forecasted, and possible pain, Take heart with the day and begin again.