The gift of a new day
I do not know what tomorrow will bring -

every day is a gift to be unwrapped,

every morning another Christmas,

every night another opportunity

to fantasize of gifts to come.

And some mornings when we awaken,

we are greeted by storms,

drama, and misunderstandings.

Other days we rise to see a clear blue sky

extending for miles past the horizon.

Do not fear the coming storms,

the heated emotions, or twisted words.

Do not let the fear of what may be

poison the joy of what could be

waiting on the far side of the horizon.

Tomorrow may be a blessing,

or it could be a curse,

and whether we laugh in the rain,

or weep in the midday sun

is our most important choice -

and the true present of the coming day.