Overnight the
overhead fan
moved the right panel of
the deep red curtain
just inches from closed.
When the sun rose
light’s lips kissed
my closed eyes
till sleep’s mist lifted,
leaving only
the ground of Hope.
The fresh day
has enough alarm
to awaken me from apathy
so I thank you, God,
for the wind
that opens this room up to the Holy
in the night
so I may rise to Rest
in the day.
…………………………………………….
awakening
by Troy Cady
written during The
Creative Call PlayGroup
July 23, 2015
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