Arisen - Jn. 20

Awakened, when I lift my head,

My eyes unveiled to see;

In breaking of the morning bread

Is Christ revealed to me.

The coarse-spun cloth of every hour

Is on a loom with finest gold,

And every breath, a fresh-drawn door

As of a new-born soul.

And as we meet with quickened glance

Those eyes, that angel countenance,

We speak, with Mary's answer-cry

At each latch-lifted dawn: Rabboni!