The Rising I

I have wakened to the
Dawn and the sun I have
Had a sweet dream of
Oranges and chocolate
Eggs borne on the wind, I
Have wakened to a
Good face and a place to be
I have wakened
To see a new life stretch
Itself before me in
Hallelujah of its birth
I have wakened to
A new life of constancy
A new life of worth
I have wakened to
Birdsong and a gift.
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