No. 46 - Rising

On a quiet morn

You comfort

The grief stricken

And worn

With such delight

That their surprise

Is like an open door,

Through which the doubtful and the hopeful

Receive fullness of truth.

The poor, previously hidden,

Are welcomed in by you.

The men hungry for righteousness

Find deep within their breast

A heart aflame with courage,

A love that wills the best

For brother and for sister

With shocking tenderness.

In the break of day

You bless the meek

Giving to all abundantly

The strength

That each one needs, respectfully.

Here mercy overflows

Wave for wave,

Note for note.

As the word welling up in my chest

Causes my tongue to humbly confess

Your rising,

Bright– not blinding,

Shows an empty grave for finding,

Hope for eternal rest.