I awoke singing “amen”
under my breath, as if commending
my body to the day ahead-
whatever may come.
When bones are coded for aches
and nerves programmed for struggle,
the gift of hope is time speeding by
with the sun overhead, pointing to glory.
It’s a dark place tapping its coordinates
upon skin and psyche
that won’t allow for missteps
or amusements. Rise above. Amen.