It's the promise of the sunrise, is it not,
that pulls us out of bed,
knowing a divine wave
has washed the world
clean overnight, and today
we may remember the combination
and the Door may finally
open to the true world,
the same world as yesterday
but re-united with its depths,
and life will finally fulfill its promise,
all beings walking about
with an unspeakable grace
upon holy ground,
laughing and loving
from one sacred activity to another,
the windows of buildings
looking out fully aware
and the traffic
dancing consciously
to the music of the spheres.
Max Reif
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/02new-why-we-get-out-of-bed/
