Just Arisen

In the morning when you wake,

The candles are cold and your limbs

Heavy with sleep —

It’s a new day; nothing in creation

Is as it was.

Sometimes you remember this,

And breathe deeply, a fresh breath of air

Never tasted before:

A gift so sublime it’s almost

Nameless.

And, yet, name it you do,

With smiles and ‘thank-you’s’,

Just like the birds who rose with the dawn —

They don’t sleep in (save the owl), they

Have love to prove.

So do you, sleepyhead.

Rise, my love, and sing your song

To Creation.

“Ah, a new day!”