Easter Day – Reflections on Resurrection

Every time I swap a lie for the Truth, I resurrect myself.                                                   
Every time I swap Reality for a pretense, I en-dead-en myself.

Curiously, it feels like the opposite … I'm only safe when I stick with what is supposed to work (but doesn't). And I feel scared when I go with what's True (knowing I don't know what will happen – faithing).

I get to choose:  Resurrection or en-dead-en-ment?
                        Reality or illusion?
                        Truth or lies?