I Await the Sunrise

The day after this other

this Holy Saturday

confusion of what 

happened yesterday

did I yet know of this resurrection

did I understand the resurrection

Awakened in the dark of the morning

birds singing, their words unclear

awaiting the dawn of the morning

of this day, of this life

I await the sunrise in

prayerful confusion

The songful prayers of

nature, of the awaiting 

of the new beginning

Life renewed, made fresh

cleansed by holy blood

of darkness made light

A heart made tender

but of quiet confusion

To move forward, ever

forward into an unknown,

an unknown of hope

I await the sunrise in 

prayerful confusion

The gradual and slow show of

hues of light, creeping into

the darkness into full light

Was this similar to my baptism,

my baptism into light, my

journey

I await the sunrise in

prayerful confusion

This dawning, this dawning 

of renewed hope, confused

hope, of this redemption

I sit and await the sunrise

I sit and await the sunrise while

nature’s music fills my soul

I sit and I await the sunrise

in prayerful confusion, but 

assuredly knowing it will come

It will come even in my

confusion

I sit and await the sunrise

with prayer in my soul