daybreak
you won't get away without this:
marked, torn, naked and suffering
you dream fond dreams of truth
within these thorns, this hedge
that grew up overnight.
you are surrounded by vines
and you name them--Compassion,
Virtue, Kindness, and Faith.
by them you are bound
to earth
gladly scrubbing your fingers
in this dirt, your reality,
your winged things are small
but never insigificant, here
at the sun's rise you turn
your noble head, suffering
your shadow to fall on those rows
the fertile ground you've encouraged
to grow these seedlings:
Dream, Faithfulness, Imagination,
Duty, Hope, and Joy.
--10/18