Written for the first Cambridge Sunday Assembly - separate post here:
Arise
It starts with a breath
Deep as oceans,
Echoing everywhere,
The prelude to that first cry.
Dry-mouthed,
You are forgetting to remember:
You are a torrent,
The wellspring of everything
Reach out, touch fingertips
With existence,
embrace it,
Toe to toe with the moment
You are the boldness,
The heat in the heartbeat
The spark in the dark
That heralds the flourish of day
You are birdcall
And dewfall
And all that stirs before
Morning
You are thirst,
And its quenching,
You are strong muscles clenching
Before the first step
You are the elegance of
Potential catastrophe
And the forces summoned
To meet it.
And you are not the one
Who slept on
The one who kept
In darkness
You are the sunrise
You are the brightening skies
You are the one
Who opened your eyes.
Open your eyes.
You are the one who
Took breath and raised your voice
You are the billowing echo
Of making a choice.
Stand up,
Reach out, and
Don't stop.
It is a new day.
