Wake Up Call: A Senior Surreal Photo by Adam Spencley (2012)

In the night, forever bright I see not what I am but what I might I see the green, the earth, the faith For all of nature to take place And instead of running from the light I walk into the firefight And light the sky with sparks of love The truest kind, I see above I fall into these worldly views The cowardly reds and blacks and blues I become a part of what He's made Instead of guiding to the Gates The same who watch in awe of struggle Are sure to one day feel it doubled And I too feel the tension of my roots My past and present, the struggle of youth I see that I'm not strong at all and thank the Lord for wake up calls