The sun is new each day.

The sun is new every day.

The sun is new every day. (Fragment 6)

...there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.

Every day
The sun comes up again
A little hope begins

Make each day a new horizon.

Augustine said that God created the universe new every day: and to the living, emotional soul, this is true. Every dawn dawns upon an entirely new universe, every Easter lights up an entirely new glory of a new world opening in utterly new flower. And the soul of man and the soul of woman is new in the same way, with the infinite delight of life and the ever-newness of life. So a man and a woman are new to one another throughout a life-time, in the rhythm of marriage that matches the rhythm of the year.

The sun burnt every day. It burnt time.

My sun sets to rise again.

My sun sets to rise again.

Yesternight the sun went hence, And yet is here today.

Every day something special has happened. Every day something new keeps happening. It’s crazy.

The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a promenade in the morning, a sitting on the throne at noon, a pageant in the evening.

Everyday is a new day, and ultimately, I have to figure out what works each day.