rise

Like a monk rising before dawn,
I am unalarmed as claws clatter in the hall.
He stands by the bed
to call me to service.

I perform my ritual,
bowing my head over his bowl,
murmuring my prayer: “good boy.”

If you are troubled,
rise quietly before dawn.
A world growing brighter
will lift your heart. mjh

11-20-07

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