We have been buried with him by baptism into death,
so that, just as Christ was raised from the dead
by the glory of God,
so we too might live brand new lives.
—Romans 6.4
Glorious Love,
I let it all go now,
I let myself go.
An old tree disappearing
into the forest floor.
A whole closet cleared out.
All that I cling to,
what I wanted to do and to be,
the very who of me
I let fall into your hands,
die into your glory,
breathe out.
All day long I will wait
for the life you will give me,
for the I you will have me become
to rise at your touch,
to emerge from your breathing in me,
created in the moment,
not by my choosing,
not the old way, but a new life,
Christ raised, whole, in me.
I breathe out.
I wait.
I breathe in.