(I’m writing daily poems for napowrimo and posting them here. Today’s is a sonnet on the nature of spiritual regeneration and awakening.)

Poem 8: April 8

“Light Awakening”

When morning broke, light spilled upon my eyes.

I felt the heavy burden of the night

And had neither the strength nor will to rise.

My shadows blurred the new dawn’s birth, while light

Caressed my weary soul, breathed gentle life

Into my lungs, and bid me strength for dawn.

I felt not the touch of the morning’s knife -

My night too deep to light the red blood drawn.

Yet, when at last dawn’s brilliant gold seeped in,

I was freed from the shadows of my sleep -

Found my soul alive to new light within

And soft strength to rise into the Day’s keep.

Sometimes awakening must be slow,

So your soul revives to see life’s seed grow.