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Time to Awaken
Don Hynes
Entering upon the morning,
the room barely lit
by the first colors of day,
no one is awake to guide the planet
though we sleep in peace
assured we are on course.
What confidence in the guidance
scarcely acknowledged,
the rigidity of the old beliefs
unable to conform
to the soft curves of her body
or the light rising like vapor in the east.
The birds are stirring
their call and response the first choir
of many voices soon to arise.
What will be our sound, the music
we bring to this beginning?
Leaves ripple as the warmth of the rising sun
stirs the air and spreads through the canopy.
The announcement of life is gentle
but it is time to awaken.
Don Hynes