WANTED: Dead or a life?

The exaggeration of my demise

Doesn’t change the fact that I have died

Yet in spite of that I’m quite alive

Having been recently introduced

To the power and light of the resurrection

A foolish notion turns my head

As I walk among the walking dead

Not with contempt or without compassion

Walking, taking baby’s steps

Following the firstborn of the resurrection

A filling up of a lonesome hollow

No hurry today or worried concern about tomorrow

What is it set before me is as certain

As manna in the morning

The living bread of the resurrection

A purpose clearly not my own

A certain familiarity with so much unknown

A shattered hour glass, its sands spilled and scattered

As if time itself no longer matters

The eternal present tense of the resurrection

“I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes

in me will live, even though he dies; and whoever

lives and believes in me will never die. Do you

believe this?” (John 11:25-26)