Good morning again,
child of God.
Belov’d of the Father,
as in the Son.
Wholly lived in holy hope,
weariness undone.
Unfinished, re-created,
crushed, crashed-crimson,
affliction abated.
Sustained assuagement,
inspirited allayment,
trust-sown: persuaded.
Worship-rested,
wreck-ready yet washed
in dawn’s drawn animation.
Good morning, good morning.
Let light lay large upon your face.
May failure focus the works
of your hands-feet-heart-mind.
Little children, dear friends,
the last hour is here.
Escape the choke-hold of night.
Hold fast terminal healing,
cling to love incomprehensible and unyielding.
Lowly transcendence,
sordid modesty,
redeemed incitement
of radiant coronation.
Consecrated illumination!
Sanctified sunrise in
abject approbation!
Daybreak fulfills
twilight’s renunciation.
Silent lands baptised in gold.
Forebear sleep, rise up, stay woke.
Good morning, again.
