Midnight Poem, March 5, 2015

Something wakes me without sounding

Nothing stirs, I hear my breath

I look out my bedroom window

Into darkness, into death.

Yet I move the blanket over

Shiver with the morning cold

Once more I look through my window

Still the darkness, all is old.

,

And yet I heed the voice that calls me

Down the stairs and there I see

My father’s full and tended table

And there a plate and cup for me.

Fed and clothed, I start my journey

With the faith that conquers night

I walk out an open doorway

Into morning, into light.

Copyright 2001

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