in the light
the light is blinding and
the days are long; the sun
confuses us, the bustle deafens.
let us walk.
Let’s leave our cars, our homes, our days
The Son has stories brighter than noon,
pavilions for the rising of the brightest morning,
and ways that feet must slow to learn.
Prepare your crowns, prepare
your heads to bow before
Prepare the day, to slow, to greet
bright as Day.