Lazarus Rising

The Transformative Way

    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!