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