Resurrection

I wrote this poem last Easter. It is still my prayer today.

Photo by Pisit Heng on Unsplash

Father, this morning 
let there be 
a resurrection 
inside of me. 
Erase the past 
with all its pain 
and raise me 
to new life again. 
Let me shed this sorrow 
and grief of mine
like the shroud 
that you left behind. 
Help me release 
their grip, and be brave 
enough to leave them 
in the grave. 
May the heaviness move 
like the stone rolled aside. 
Let me emerge
from this tomb where I hide. 
As a new light dawns
give me courage, I pray,
to embrace the light 
of a glorious new day.