A Bringer of New Things

Musings on personal growth, books, motherhood, writing, and more.

My Resurrection: A Sonnet


At ten, I always let my playmates choose.
My heart was in its own world anyway.
Give me a pen and paper, have your way
with everything else, win; for peace, I’ll lose.

In church, they said, “Deny yourself. Fast. Bruise
your knees in prayer,” and I was ready. “Slay
my flesh, Lord!” I joined in. And day by day
I murdered my own soul in coffin-pews.

But resurrection came to me. I heard
a still, small voice calling—it was my own.
I rose, and now I walk in my own light.

Still, habit grabs my tongue, forms the old word—
“sorry.” But the more I claim my life’s throne,
the better I behave, love, think, breathe, write.


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