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!'