If I’m awake to see the sun come up
My thoughts of desperation turn to sleep.
My being draws breath from fire
And in fire life breathes life inside of me.
The ball of fire calls to me to rise
For it has cleared the clouded path.
I cross the threshold of my house
With sleepy eyes and muffled voice,
But the fire that touches my face
And eyes and heart and soul wakes me.
Like a swift touch of mother’s love
It raises me to hope and daydreams.
My dearest heaven, my greatest god,
Good morning.