The woman arose from her bed
Pausing, eyes closed, she breathed
Sensing the east, sensing the light
Turning slowly, she faced the rays
She faced the spectral beauty of the risen sun
Standing, the radiance moving
She allowed the beams to touch and warm her
To speak their glorious truth, the day had dawned
Stretching, reaching, spreading her fingers,
Her smile lit and broadened,
I am awake!
Thoughts of life sparkled within her
In the kitchen her hands worked
Golden yokes, honey, flour, and milk
Into sweetbread
Yeast rising, easting sun, feasting
Her soul, Eastering with the Risen Lord.
TEJ