Easter 2012

Past rules of sense and bias,
past greed for gold,
beyond the reach of reason,
God takes his hold.

He is here at the root of my being:
controls my breathing,
lights the spark
that ignites my heart’s beating.

I don’t have to think.

In me Christ daily is raised,
is the morning sun,
resurrecting light out of darkness,

so that I awake
each day to hope and rejoicing
or to pain and loss;
all the while reminding myself
I will pay the cost.