sunrise

Disappointment sits
like a pit in my stomach,
a sucker punch that crumples me
in the dust of dejection.
It feels unanswerable, unalterable,
and in the deep dark hours it is.
The mind whirrs and worries,
a parade of horribles marching by
until my mental gears
are broken by fear and fretting
run amok from picking 
around the corners
of old scabs and wounds.
I have stalked the night floor,
pacing furrows in the carpet,
assailing heaven for an answer
to the terrors of the night,
a means of escape
from the plague
that stalks in darkness. 

And then the morning comes,
and nothing has changed...
the situation is no better,
the circumstances of life
still skewed toward death.
But I am changed.
I am risen in the morning
with the steadfastness of the sun,
with the surety of God, always
jump-starting the world anew,
present in the light,
as well as in the dark,
even when my vision fails. 

Liz McFadzean 

“Awake, O sleeper, and arise from the dead, and Christ will shine on you.”  Ephesians 5:14