Each morning I awake
on this mountain,
discovering the new sun
flashing its long rays
down into the valley,
showering diamonds
in the fog,
lighting up
a jeweled promised land,
just for me.
Some bright morning
I want to enter death,
sailing on a sunbeam,
wearing my best blue dress,
with my eyes wide open,
with my arms wide open
in welcome,
ready to hear
the voices
of my waiting children,
introducing me
to God.
(c)Jason Lester Atkins
published in Skipping Stones 2005
and in Ripples 2007
Mindworm Press, Chesapeake, VA
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