No. 20, Mar. 1, 1968, pp. 19

Every new day is a new door

Every new day is a new door
a new thrust from all that has been
into what is yet to be

What will the day bring

All my yesterdays lie behind me
they are sleeping
they are what I have been
today I will gather more of what I am yet to be

What I know is what I have seen
I know as much as I have been
what will the new day bring
what will I bring to the new day

I will bring all that I have been

I enter softly
I do not know where I am
my head swirls with all the songs that I have played

I carry them with grace
as loves from the past

they keep me warm


Mel Lyman