Monday, March 24, 2014

The Newness of Nothing New

There is nothing new of sun and rain
But on the other hand, how can that be?
This pastel backdrop rising from Time’s sea
Unveils before our gaze newness again

The wonder of new morning fills a scope
Where what is seen will soon be something more
Yet we must wait while newness draws the door
Ajar to filament of mortal hope

Summer and winter’s repetitious clime
Is nothing new, they say, yet from its sheen
A virgin hour unravels from a skein
Where none before have touched this thread of time

The moorland mead is bathed in burnished bronze
And we have never seen it quite like this
How just a bit of sun and morning mist
Transform night’s doleful dark to golden ponds

Nothing is new, said the old Prophet of yore
Perhaps ‘tis true in the grand scheme of things
But oh, the wonder that new morning brings
Stirs in the human heart new hope once more

© Janet Martin

 What has been will be again,
    what has been done will be done again;
    there is nothing new under the sun.
Ecclesiastes 1:9

Even in our 'nothing new's', there is so much 'new'!
'Oh mom', they laugh as I stare transfixed. 'It's just another sunrise!'
'No', I reply, 'It's never 'just another sunrise' because we have never seen this one before and we never will again so look, look long before it is gone...forever!'

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