Waking

you brought me here
whispered me away
in this quiet morning
placid.
i catch my breath in the newborn light
it grows and glows the trees
around me gold
i sit and wait in
delight
the rustle of waking moves me
Cascades soft.
those birds one or two
cry out
im a special piece in this elaborate puzzle.
detailed sketch
fearfully drawn.
you set me, this piece aside today
to take the jumbles of words
inside me
untangle and unbind them again.
And your Words this morning
float from
thin pages.
sharp like daggers
on breeze.
tucking
gently
into my chest.
Me the runner.
i won't run today.
the wake hum grows louder but i
am still.
in your light
I see light.


psalm 36