We have been buried with Christ by baptism into death,
so that, just as Christ was raised from the dead by the glory of God,
so we too might walk in newness of life.
—Romans 6.4
The rain stopped long ago; skies are blue.
But on the morning path the breeze
shakes down showers
the trees have been holding onto.
I will gladly drown in this blessing.
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Awakening this morning in bed,
as my conscious mind opened up
it filled with what day this is, who I am,
what I intend and fear.
As I sit in prayer I let it all drain out again,
to be mindful of God instead.
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In my morning shower I rinse off
lots of stuff that’s not really me.
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My work today is to drown in God,
to return to that blessed death
I have touched at times,
to remember my baptism and be glad
that I have passed away
and there is only God remaining,
and live in that newness.
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Weather Report
Floods,
which hopefully will sweep you away,
your life a mess of mud and grace,
as you find yourself in a new place.
—June 20, 2017