My daily movement is my resurrection
all the parts that died come back to life
When I go to a grocery
My brain comes back to life and I remember that I need to send a poem
When I ask friends how they are doing
my heart comes back to life
all the senses, sympathy, empathy, and love
they dance around my heart with beat and rhythm
When I hear the news of surgery of a friend
My eyes come back to life
filled with prayers
looking to the Cross
When I imagine a wedding of a young woman
in COVID style
my hands come back to life
clapping with joy as if this is the first time that I witness a wedding
I eat, I walk, I write, I pray
Whatever I do I come back to life
Nothing can separate me from the life of God
who appears always in Christ in me and others
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