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Go and Be Saved

There is little to gain
From a sunrise.

You wake early.
Groan.
The floor is cold.
How fitting.
You're cold, too.
But you're awake now.

Ready?
Forget the car;
The destination is just
Over the ridge.

There's dew on the grass.
Now it's on your shoes.
It can't quench your thirst.
It serves a different purpose.

His favorite spot is empty,
Waiting.
You wonder if anyone's sat there
Since he left.

You sit
And stick your legs out
And support your dead weight
With your palms.
The rock is cold,
But you expected that.

Here, the sun is rising.
There is still no warmth,
But there is color.
Where there was nothing,
Suddenly, there is everything.
It is vibrant,
More alive than you'll ever be,
Or so you thought.

It spills over the hills
And takes your breath away.
It illuminates something new,
A part of yourself
You expected to be dead.

At last,
The secret!
This is square one.
Love it. Believe it.
Let yourself be amazed
By something so basic and real
As the new day.
You'll live longer for it.

It's never too late
To save yourself,
To be reborn.
You only have to learn
How to be free.

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