Morning Canticle

Written for The Voice Project's Singing the City

Morning Canticle

First light, as if for the first time
The postman rises

The baker rises

The doctor rises

The mother rises

The living rise

The dead rise

All rising and risen.

First light, as if for the first time

On the grass

On the streets

On the walls

On the clocks

On the living

On the dead.

All rising and risen

First light, as if for the first time

On the forehead

On the eyelid

On the mouth

In the throat

On the breathing

On the breathless

All rising and risen

First light, as if for the first time

On the firstborn

On first seeing

On first walking

On first running

On first speaking

On last speaking

All rising and risen

First light, as if for the first time

In this city

In this quarter

In this street

In this alley

In this backyard

In this stairwell

All rising and risen all light.

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