The new day comes quietly,
with a golden breath of sun
brushing the edge of early spring.
The frost forgets its hold.
The birds remember their song.
And for a moment,
everything begins again.
But the world doesn’t start clean.
It carries us forward,
with the same aching hearts,
the same unfinished conversations,
the same quiet fears
tucked beneath fresh clothes
and forced smiles.
Yes, the day brings beauty—
but it also brings bills,
burdens,
and the hum of unseen battles.
Still…
salvation is never far.
It might be the warmth
of coffee held in tired hands,
or a child’s unfiltered laugh.
It might be the trees,
still reaching upward
no matter what.
Hope hides in small places.
Forgiveness blooms in silence.
And sometimes,
just the act of noticing
is enough to begin healing.
Think of something good.
Not grand.
Not loud.
Something small—
like breath.
Like light.
Like the fact
that you are still here.
The new day comes.
It always comes.
And with it,
a chance
to be a little softer,
a little stronger,
a little more whole.
Michael Forty