Out of the dark, grayness creeps
subtle and quiet like a lion on its prey.
What once was nothing takes formless shape, looming unclear.
I do not wish to see.
My eyes close,
Returning to sleep's black oblivion.
But resurrection light must come,
A rising tide of brightness suddenly flooding the world,
Sweeping away fear and pain and sorrow.
Eager as a bride for her wedding,
As a Lover for the Tryst,
Light pours forth unthwarted, unstoppable, untamed.
Go with the inevitable current.
Break from the starting blocks pumped and eager.
Wring every drop of juice from the succulent day.
Embrace a world renewed.
Greet dawn with exhuberance.
Take the offered hand of God
And rejoice into day.
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