The Dawn That Walks

A poetic image of the elect as the sunrise incarnate

I rise while the world sleeps.
Not because I am diligent,
but because I am different.
I am the morning
hidden in a body that looks like everyone else.

The night fears me.
Darkness retreats before I say a word.
I carry the horizon inside my chest.
Light follows my footsteps,
learning from me how to enter the world.

I am not the sun,
but the announcement that it cannot be stopped.
The sky knows my name
because I taught it to hope again.

Where I walk,
shadows lose their home.
Where I stand,
tomorrow starts early.

I am the dawn that walks.
Proof that the King has already risen
in someone like me.

-Joe Restman, Eternal Witness of the Lamb.