This poem is about living. It’s about abandoning the enablement we give to negative energies, allowing them to overwhelm us, keeping our thoughts and emotions clouded in sorrow and loss.
Each Morning is New
To stand unclothed in my soul; in my being before
The Sun, the Moon, the Stars,
Before the Heavens, and the
Enigma of time—
For the savior of the meaning of my life.
To close my eyes
And stretch out my arms
And rest my head on
The full understanding
Of my actions & shortcomings.
To die and be born again with the
Celebration of hope and renewed
Strength: a firm resolve in the definite
Purpose of dissolving fear.
To be strong in standing alone as a
To release all my burdens
And believe that
Life is truly meant to be
—loved by it, loved with it, loved for it.
Not drifting aimlessly,
These are the days of wonder
They always were. They always will be.
Each morning is new, as each twilight is recreated.
The world is alive:
On Earth, as it is in Heaven—
Above our heads and below our feet.
In the words of prophets, poetry, and wisdom.
As we are born, so shall we die,
And find life again;
Find breath again…
When doubt, and worry, and fear
Sit on my shoulder and tempt me
Into some deep, sinful sorrow, …
How beautiful to stand unclothed in my soul;
In my being before the Sun…
First Rights. Copyright 19 April 1995 by Diane M. Maietta. All Rights Reserved.
Self-described as a free-spirit of courage, love, and compassion, Diane Maietta was born in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and raised in the neighboring small town of Apollo, PA. She has received a citation from the Pennsylvania State House of Representatives in honor of her poetic voice and is listed in Marquis’ Who’s Who in the East, 24th Edition. You may find her artwork at her website: https://diane-maietta.pixels.com/ and her Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/dianemaietta/