Dune Study #2

Dawn draws me
up and up
from bed to rooftop
with a calling,
many-waters voice,
breath of blooms,
glory with which
the earth – sand,
sea, roof – shines.

Birds sing this
light which might
draw dry bones
up and up
from the valley
of death to stand
sinewed, to walk
from death into dawn
which calls dead
dry bones with
its many-waters voice:
“You shall live.”

© 2013 Stacy Nott

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