Bring on the Morning

Hark, Challenger!

Bring on the morning,

I welcome it!

For I, who hath bled and cried,

I who trouble hath befell,

Who satan’s hand hath grazed,

I now stand before you,

And I live!

Despite the best efforts of evil,

My heart beats still,

And my breath still moves,

A rhythmic dance beneath my chest.

Behold, the way my shoulders rise and fall

As life sings her way

Between my ribs and ‘round my beating heart.

Marvel at the color that remains in my cheeks,

And the warmth that flows in my veins.

Hark, Challenger!

I implore you, yes,

Send forth the day,

May it be rich in challenges and in strife,

May my own breath be threatened

Bring on the morning,

Oh, yes! Bring on the morning, oh Challenger!

For I, the one who breathes and lives,

Whose heart beats, still, in the face of all that hath wronged me,

I am alive!

I say,

Bring on the morning,

And if I die,

Oh Challenger, if I fall,

By the saints, let it be with valiance,

and in a spectacle of life lived well.

-SilentSymphonies

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