In taking each day, as a new one it seems, we renew each and every one of our dreams.
We rejoice in life, and its creations, in all of its many Incantations.
And should a stone be placed before us, we see the opportunity as glorious.
For no day is old. No day less power. Unless we waste it hour by hour.
There are twenty and four hours in a day. At times we fail to see come what may,
That there is more time to give. More time to share. More time to love, and explore if we dare,
Something new and different. Something bolder than most. We seem to be happy to simply coast.
But as the Above says in the end, each day is a new one. Never waste it again!
Kari Shinal Copyright February 16, 2008