I wrote this poem at the very beginning of one of my most cherished seasons of life. Back in November, a movement of waking up at absurd hours of the morning to read, pray, and enjoy community spread like wildfire in Boulder. For about two or three months, people would gather at houses like this, watching the sunrise together, talking about the sort of lives we wanted to live, praying that God would move in our lives and in our city. This poem has countless memories that I will cherish forever woven into it.
wake up
but wake up twice
wake up your eyes
wake up your life
do it soon
catch the dawn’s first light
watch every morning
come from every night
do it with them
the ones that you love
the ones on their knees
wearing holes in the rug
listen to Him
the One who loves you
His inexpressible Voice
and the sacred silence too