From the long night awake.
From the depths of slumber,
forth calls first lessening
of cold lit stars’ number.
From the gaze set by hope,
from the time long given,
forth rises the lost song
of life’s light now riven.
The keening reach
of skies to clear
falls warmly on
a soul held near.
The weight now flees,
each breath gains might.
The rust recedes,
each step gives height.
Once for remembrance
of a price now paid,
once for sacrifice
of a life re-made.
Forged fire calls flame
long silent from sleep:
Arise, stand and heed!
Soak the heat and reap.
As night-blind eyes adjust
to blinding break of day,
and ears recall the sound
of echoed trumpets’ play,
the joy breaks tears long kept in toll,
and sounds the sunrise on a soul.
About the Creator
John Howland
Just a man who loves the simple things in life: Mountains, music, poetry, photography, and coffee...definitely coffee. Hold on scratch that, now I sound like a hipster.
I hope my words and photos can help inspire your creativity, enjoy!
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