You woke me from my sleep
My physical sleep and the sleep that sailed me away from you

There are illusions blocking my view from every corner
I allow them to animate my eyes into enchantment
My will chooses these palpable and available things
It’s no wonder the void expands when I am stuck here

I’ve been in deep sleep, God
What was I without you but blind in soul
Awaken me with your delectable love
I lack the taste of a fruitful life

“My fruit is better than fine gold;
what I yield surpasses choice silver”
(Proverbs 8:19)