The Rising

 

The Rising

By Rachel L Peterson

2-16-2022

Wounded, broken, doubt and gloom,

Gray clouds, whispers, voice of doom.

Helpless, fragile, fettered wings,

Song of morning no voice sings.

Darkness, silence, all seems gone,

Coolness, softness, hints of dawn.

Glimmer, gleaming, pins of light,

Rays spread out to chase the night.

Shimmer, glisten, warmth on me,

Shifting, looking, start to see.

Echoes, distant, calls of hope,

Twitching, turning, look up slope.

Moving, slowly, feet find place,

Craning, searching, heart does race.

Pushing, paining, fight but weak,

Resting, waiting, just a peek.

Lifting, spreading, stretch out wide,

Stagger, stubble, hope inside.

Warm air, dancing, swirls of grace,

Dark eyes, upward, lifted face.

Grounded, flapping, at full length,

Desperate, giving, all my strength.

Sounds of life up in the skies,

Longing voice comes out in cries.

Moment, breaking, up from ground,

Wonders, craving, freedom found.

Grief and pain, once out-sizing,

Now gives way to the rising.