Like Lazarus

It's harder to get up in the dark.
I waited in bed...fought the inevitable.
I enjoy morning drives in near dawn darkness.
I watched the wild fire smoke clouds give not fire, but mist and water.
I'm wanting to stare at the maples and birch trees...
Their leaves give off a new sense of identity and color.

I live in the moments of searching for pumpkins with my son.
He grabs and eats the rocks and dirt below him.
He babbles and one finger points to 'dat'.
He greets my afternoons with arms raised and pats my back.
He has not learned to kiss with a closed mouth.
His joy is greater than all joys I collected.
His smell and movement, linked to my wife and me.

He will have a name in the heavenly realms.
Like Lazarus, he will be free of material and greed.

I awake in the dark.
I grumble and ache.
I want and want and want and want...

I have everything.
In the heavenly realm,
and everything is connected to my place there.