Lazarus Rising
the sentinels of morning
call me forth
from sleep
from dream
from dark night
into mindful wakefulness.
I stretch myself along the
trajectory of the dawn
until I reach the place
where the shy daystars hide.
these reluctant prophets of the day
beckon me forth from the dark
of sleep
of dream
of dark night
and I clothe myself once more
in gossamer veils of light.
with measured steps I come forth
Oh! Happy chance! Once more! Again!
to greet the great enterprise of day
I whisper yes to all I see
and with great joy take my place
in the cosmic dance once more! Again!