Is this what resurrection
looks like,
if
give up my desire
to be perfect,
whole and strong?
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If I give myself,
my true
frail,
vulnerable,
broken self,
to the truth
that sets me free,
accepts me,
sees me,
calls me by name?
+
If I dare to die to my
inner demands
for outer perfection,
competence,
confidence,
correctness?
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If I die
with him,
will I also rise with him?
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If I let go
will I find myself anew,
transformed?
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Is this what resurrection
looks like:
This frail fragile
body, mind and spirit,
whole,
yet like him
bearing the scars of my
humanity?
