A Brand New Day

A Brand New Day

It’s been another trying night,
But now the Dawn has broken through
The closed fist grip of despair and fright
It’s a new morning, it’s a new day
What can I say in response—
To the beauty I see displayed?

Hark the triumph of the skies
When the light first reached my eyes
How could have ever been so dim
Worrying through the night
With a new sunrise, I should have known
Everything would be alright

My bed was soaked of sweat and tears
From all the troubles that plagued my fears
And all the creeks and groans
Echoing from this present time
Showed me how precious a commodity
Peace was to find

Unhappy beginnings don’t have to lead to
Unsatisfying endings—yet
It shouldn't be such a surprise
How quickly the clouds of doubt flee,
When the warmth of sunshine
Hit my eyes.

But things are always changing,
they seldom stay the same
It’s a shame the every morning
Can’t be as glorious as this one
But life’s not meant to be this way
Out of mistakes, there will always be…
A brand new day

So cease the moment,
And take hold of the day
Though its difficult now
It won’t always be this way
Rejoice in mourning – troubling as it is
For in the morning, it will always be …
A brand new day.

July 16th, 2009
Greg Butz

I wrote this poem in a Mexican Restaurant in Hong Kong. It was a lovely meal, after a storm the previous night. It was quite a contrast to the previous poem written, and unfortunately a contrast to the next few poems that I will post.