The Day of Awakening

I raise this creaky, lived-in achy body up on two buttocks and declare a celebration.

I see this sunshiney, run-through-a-field glorious day and sing.

I lift an ancient, oft-repeated, joyous song to the heavens.

Here I am, sky! Here I am, meadow! Touch my feet, soil! Touch my heart, scent of rose!

I wake from long dead slumber to taste the nectar of living here and now and alive and present.

You assassins of character, you spleen venters, you boilers of blood, you mongers of hate, I cast your pearls of venom into the cauldron and draw deep the intoxicating wine of now-hear-this-folks-the-time-has-come-to-dance-in-the-sunlight-and-make-a-joyful-noise.

Fie, death sayers. I declare life.

Published by WarrenBluhm

Wordsmith and podcaster, Warren is a reporter, editor and storyteller who lives near the shores of Green Bay with his wife, two golden retrievers, Dejah and Summer, and Blackberry, an insistent cat. Author of It's Going to Be All Right, Echoes of Freedom Past, Full, Refuse to be Afraid, Gladness is Infectious, 24 flashes, How to Play a Blue Guitar, Myke Phoenix: The Complete Novelettes, A Bridge at Crossroads, The Imaginary Bomb, A Scream of Consciousness, and The Imaginary Revolution.

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