loving life

My chance before my culture's swift demise,

to now restore priorities to life,

is now (each day) to side with what is wise,

bring into play a joy deeper than strife...

So with the one who turned that rit-ual wash-
-ing water (fun?) to wine at a wedding,

I'll trust him to take my small acts of: quash-
ing fears, & (to lie on) make my bedding

for a long sleep, & trust him to wake me

(new me) to peep, but old me to be lost;

my part's to face my death and bury the

old me (erase), well, turned into compost. ...

So in that spirit - welcoming my death -

now I can hear it not as negation

of what's alive, but of what's got no breath

(ghostly surviv-al). An affirmation

-what's larger than this life as we know it;

Resurrection of christ's life within me.

Bag of bones here, so that we can show it -

so it appears, I must fully bin ME!

That's bin the fear, & its means-to-control,

& in love near (and far) start nourishing,

regenerating, & though, truth be told,

it's sacrificing: birthing & singing

for joy of life, that's deeper still again...

& friendships rife with truth & love, & grace,

seen in that story that shines from that man -

Yeshua's glory - seen in his bright face. 

..........

It is no longer I that liveth but Christ that lives in me. So I live my life in this earthly body by trusting in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me. Galatians 2:20 (PM Version)