This is a short poem I wrote while at a Starbucks listening to a children’s message.

Let the faithful people rejoice in this honor
    and sing for joy on their beds.

On their beds
    their beds of dirt
    their beds of anxiety
    their beds of chains that bind the brain from leaving
    their bed in a sea of storms with waves unrelenting
    their beds without safety and comfort
    their beds of death

Let the faithful people rejoice in this honor
    and sing for joy on their beds.

On these beds may the faithful rejoice
For in these beds
    their life is made
    their spirit grows
    the new day is born.