I arise today
from the clouds
of forgetfulness
and recent sleep,
liberated from the cell blocks
of past sorrow and regret.
I arise today
within the healing balm
of chrism
that trickles
across my wounded soul.
“Stay the course of courage,”
I hear wisdom say.
“Embrace fresh freedom,
remember those
who have gone before.”
I welcome mercy,
anticipate the morning,
stay awake and wonder
about mystery and soul.