Day's Awakening

Aurora: The dawn rising on the Ukrainian steppes (1852), by Alexei Kondratievich Savrasov

From my front porch I’ll view it, if

nature shows us her cheery face,

sun rising with just cloud enough

to add drama to hope and love—

Or so I read it at Easter

time to think on resurrection

and how the Christ fits nature—

its daily/yearly fall and rise.

On my front porch I also dream

my ancestors' Passover feast

and its yearly story open 

to new questions of freedom—where

may change, but not demanding it, 

taking it at a run, grabbing/

renewing/seeding/harvesting

freedom day to day, year to year.

Dawn occurs whether or not we

see it with mortal eyes or search

for it or raise it by ancient

rites.  But we must tell its stories.

I can no longer meet others

in gardens by rivers or seas,

but here on my porch I'll evoke

hope, dawn’s renewal and promise.

 

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