Momentary Death

Compliments used to slide off my scales

While insults hooked into my spine with an angler’s rod

 

Cutting through waves that left me

Hanging for a moment

Without breath

But to see the sight of sun

Was and is worth the momentary death.

 

I fell back into place

Into the waters below

And soaked in with joy the familiar,

Where rocks are round

And I could swim.

 

I’d already plunged into depths in search of great treasures

But found only darkness there.

It was on the day I dared to leave

My familiar terrain

That I discovered there, in mid-air,

The treasure in the light of day -

The Kingdom of God.

 

I’ve been dead ever since,

But alive in Christ.

Hallelujah! Amen.

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