(Luke 9: 28-36)
“. . .but since they had stayed awake, they saw his glory”
Awaken us in the fall of the snow, the drop of the rain,
the crash of the rolling thunder.
Awaken us in the song of the bird, the laugh of the child,
the gentle hug from another.
Awaken us in the flick of the fish, the leap of the fox,
the lean of the weeping willow.
Awaken us in the sift of the breeze, the lift of the hymn,
the gift of a bed and pillow.
Awaken us in the peal of the bell, the coffee’s smell,
the feel of running water.
Awaken us in the starlight’s gleam, the hot meal’s steam,
the flash of the diving otter.
Awaken us in the eagle’s flight, the mountain’s height,
the joy of the talk with a friend.
Awaken us in early morning calm, the medicine’s balm,
the quiet of evening’s end.
Awaken us in the sip of wine, the warm sunshine,
the colour of leaves in autumn.
Awaken us in the caring word, the truth that’s heard,
the fragrance of spreading blossoms.
Awaken us far, awaken us near,
awaken us with your story.
Awaken us from where we have come to be here,
awakened to all your glory.
Copyright ©2016 by Andrew King