A new day,
Erupting with the rise of the tangerine sun,
Just the hint of a paper moon for company before it waves goodbye.
The chance for a fresh beginning,
A farewell to the past.
Yesterday is gone,
Relegated to history…never to return.
‘Tis the beauty of birth–
Offered with each midnight stroke
Comes the infancy of the virgin day.
Is this not a wondrous affair,
A gift not to be squandered?
Wallowing in regret serves no one,
Doing nothing, but smothering the soul;
Lashing out violently–
Becoming master if permitted.
Embrace this moment,
Releasing the past to its tomb.
O’ the possibilities that await us,
With the opportunity to be reinvented
–By the casting of our dreams.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
WELL-PUT. SEE LAMENTATIONS 3: 22-23…..THY MERCIES ARE NEW EVERY MORNING!
Sorry for the very late thank you, but thank you for the re-blog Jonathan, work and personal stuff got in the way. 🙂
I do understand. Have the same problem, generally, every Saturday and Sunday, when I have no access at all—mostly at work, because of its nature, I am “on”.
Your style is great!! Love this one a lot.
Thank you so much, that is very nice of you to say. Now I just hope that I can live up to expectations. 🙂
Very beautiful, loved it!
Thank you Tiny, I really appreciate that. 🙂
Pure perfection — Thank you!!! ♥
Thank you so much, I’m very glad that you liked it. 🙂