Who We Are
Dawn cracks open the shell of night,
leaks light into far corners of hard hearts,
reveals hope waiting like a trusting child.
The earth exhales, blows fog and darkness
back into the black night, inhales new air,
faith as fresh as rain in summer.
I memorize the map of stars disappearing
overhead. They remain in my mind as sharp
points of light, distant suns to guide me, our own sun
rising now, pouring morning over the garden,
the pink camellia bud peering between
green seams stretched taut like a pregnant promise.
Love banishes night, seeks out every crooked crevice,
every hidden question, holds and heals us until
we remember who we are.
