A New Day

I thought I would start with something like a mission statement, which is what this poem is to me. And though it was written several years ago, it never loses it's power to remind me that each day is a new chance to become who I want to be.

Re-Raveling Me

I am undone.
I have been unraveling for some time.
But this morning
I felt the last stitch let go.
Leaving me holding one end
Of the string-that-is-me,
The other end trailing off behind.

The string is intact,
Only the design was flawed.

So, first thing tomorrow,
I will begin, again.
Remaking myself, a stitch at a time,
Recycling what lies behind me,
Into what lies before me,
Until I reach the opposite end,
Held gently in the hand of God