Each Friday I post a poem, until I run out.
“Arise! Awake!” your word to me has said.
“Why lie you, sluggard, still abed? Arise!
Has night not fled? Is not the day at hand?
That glory you sought earnestly so long
Has risen on you; rise! Be not afraid!”
Help me, O Lord to will and act—obey—
According to your purpose and your word;
To live in daylight, as befits your child,
And leave the darkness of the night behind.
I wrote this poem yesterday, after considering whether I had a suitable poem for the holiday and season; it began with a couple of lines the previous night, then bounced around my head all day with a couple of relevant bits of the Messiah as I worked outside, until I finally got it down on paper. It still feels somewhat incomplete, but at present it has a certain symmetry.
In any case, as always, I earnestly welcome your comments, suggestions, critique, or other feedback about this or any other part of my work. You can also read other poems I’ve posted here on my blog.
This poem is also posted on and my wiki.