It was my sister Sheri’s birthday last month. She would have been 46 years old if she were still counting years here on earth. In honor of her, I’d like to share one of her poems. She published a short book of poetry in 1996, and this poem, “Mornings”, was written in 1995.
Isn’t it wonderful
the way God created mornings?!
Each one new.
Each one fresh.
are only memories.
Mornings mark a new beginning.
As each day dawns,
God hands me a crisp, clean sheet of paper
This paper is not crumpled, stepped on, torn;
no words have been yelled or cried;
no phrases have become exasperated
no sentences have been smeared
Nothing has marred its beauty.
Today, all is fresh.
Today, all is new.
New mornings fill me with confidence.
As God was faithful yesterday,
so He will see me through today.
His grace will be sufficient
no matter what comes my way.
New mornings fill me with hope.
God can make all things new—
No matter how dark the night has been,
the light has dawned again.
full of promise—
reminders of God’s unfailing love.
I willingly entrust my life
to the Maker of mornings.
by Sheri Van Bruggen, ©1996