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.