On this Easter Sunday, praying with Jesus in the last of his seven words … marking a beginning with words from the end: “Father, into your hands I commend my spirit.” (Luke 23:46)
My life in your hands.
My life, I daresay, out of hand
in the wake of this crazy, joyful twist:
the release of the spirit
out of itself,
committed to you;
Ready to be
by the slight of your hand
as it holds my spirit, my life
gently before the blinding power
of Easter resurrection.