Alarms, bells, shouting, mower loudly goes this is the stuff that wakes me up grows, bellows, down ears to toes thunder, lightning – fright’ning blood shot eyes – bright’ning screech owl screaming my dreaming waking now.   – Sandra Johnson, 6/27/21  

Wake Up the visible becomes light Awake, O sleeper, Arise from the dead and Christ will shine on you.” Wake yourself, you who have drunk from the hand of the LORD the bowl the cup of staggering. Awake, awake, put on your strength for no…