There is no such thing as a blank slate when it comes to life. We all are born into this life with an outline- a country, culture, family, circumstance, status . . . Yet each morning, the breath of life is renewed. We rise into a new day, with different lines, for life is ever shifting. We are given a box of colors; our thoughts, emotions and actions all will color in the outlines of the new day. Some of us will be perfect little artists, staying neatly within the lines, coloring just the way we see everyone else coloring, or the way we were taught to color. Others will be messy little artists, coloring outside the lines and defying what is to make our own unique world. Either way, we each choose the colors to paint our day. And in the end- they will all be a collection that makes up our own, personal, unique book of life!
Untouched Dawn to Color
Untouched dawn, I bid thee welcome
A box of colors I have at hand
Thick black ink outline a picture
Imagination afore me stands
Inhabit I alone this space
In universe that is not bound
Filled with breathing, living matter
Existence on an earth-plane round
A blank-slate never was or is
Perhaps I chose this earth I’m on
A page my artist longs to color
And here I am, on untouched dawn
Although this day seems like another
Nothing e’er remains the same
A box of colors I’ve been given
On each new day I write my name
An outline of the dawn is etched
An untrained artist free to paint
All thumbs I struggle how to color
A perfect hue without restraint
Shall I pick natural earthy colors?
Or from the rainbow choose to create?
All black and white would make it simple
Gold and silver for shimmery slate
Perhaps the sweetness of pastels?
Or big and bright like orange and red?
What colors will I paint this day
Before the sun goes back to bed?
Written by Elizabeth Van Cleve
“Each new day is a blank page in the diary of your life. The secret of success is in turning that diary into the best story you possibly can.”
― Douglas Pagels