Jason at Sunrise Service

Sunrise

Sunrise (Photo credit: Diganta Talukdar)

The following poem was originally published in Pivot in the summer of 2002 and later included in A Matter of Mind (Foothills Publishing, 2004).

Jason at Sunrise Service

It’s cold, and the wind blowing across this hill
Makes it colder. I’m not used to wearing
Winter coats at Easter, nor to sharing
Sunrise hymns with strangers. But kids will
Pull you out of bed at awful hours and fill
Your life with endless nights. They don’t care
That their lives intrude on yours with that glaring
Arrogance of youth that can’t stay still.

At eleven PM Jason cut his hand.
At midnight, in a dim and sterile room,
A young intern sewed it shut. He stands
Here now to celebrate an empty tomb.

The spreading rose of day dissolves the night.
I watch him join hands with others to sing
Hallelujah toward the rising sun.
And as I walk a little further from
Their voices rising in the morning wind,
I feel the cold rise up around my heart.

His world’s a morning filling up with light
And sun-glazed faces like a ring
Of sacrificial fire. Their antiphon
Goes with me down the hill. He’s just begun.
The road is like a ribbon with no end,
And I’m too old to remember where it starts.

They’ll sing and share the bread. I’ll set the fan
Inside the car on high. I’ll sleep at noon.

© Joseph Saling and The New Word Mechanic, 2004, 2013.

 

4 thoughts on “Jason at Sunrise Service

  1. The young and the old I’m guessing here. I can always remember one professor in college telling me that I was too logical to grasp poetry. She was right. I’ve always had to guess at poetry.

    Have a terrific day. 🙂

    • I’ll tell you what; that professor probably shouldn’t have been teaching poetry. I always look forward to your comments, Sandee. And I appreciate that you’re nearly always the first to do so.

      You have a great weekend.

  2. Thanks for sharing this, Joe. I can feel the depth of family and the breadth of being in this one. It reminds me that for every “O Happy Day,” by Erskin Hawkins there is a “Hallelujah,” by Leonard Cohen.

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