Rise
Help me rise with you
from the depths of death’s darkness,
from the fiery pits of hell,
past the dirt and mud,
the cold solid stone,
the fog, the clouds, the rain.
Help me rise with you
past the anger, hurt and pain,
past the lust and greed and sorrow,
past the conflict, blood, and razor wire,
the faces kindling hate
through television screens,
Help me rise with you
past depression and anguish,
past loneliness and heartache,
the shadows of the unlit night,
the broken bones and slashed sides,
the crowns of thorns we all hide.
Help me rise with you
into the morning sky,
past the atmosphere,
through the vacuum of space
like a rocket or a comet
hurtling towards the sun.
Help me shine with you
like the sun’s luminous rays
through trees and leaves and windows
with the light that feeds flowers,
gives life to living things,
love to the loveless
and hope to the hopeless.
Happy Easter
4/9/23