Easter Redux

Morning Dawns

Darkness

Then light

A new day

In the garden

They hid

As the light grew

The image of the sacred

Was damaged, twisted

Lost in a bite

A craving

On too many days I wake

And it seems

As if I am hiding in that paradise

Living another day lost

Life lost in the living

In the trudging down the same path

Trudging, trudging across the same beaten ground

Yet with each dawn

I can celebrate one who rose with the dawn

To bring back

That deeply hidden

Created to be me

Image of God

Rebirthed

Rescued

Reborn

Rebirthed

Remade

Reconciled

Renewed

Each morning I can rise with the dawn

And looking in the mirror

See a hint

Of my original face

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If anyone is in Christ, that person is a new creation! (or perhaps a "renewed creation" )