I’ve died a thousand deaths

I've died a thousand deaths already,
And I'm so young.
You sing death and life over me,
Your merciful hands do the killing.
But I was killed once, that first time,
And was born into life that cannot end.
So each death holds no sting,
It takes me back
To a place I've been before,
A place I yearn for,
The place that empties me of all that is me:
Your throne room,
A place that can only care about
All that is you.
As you fill that place,
I see that there is yet further to go
Into death
Into smallness.
"Yes, another death," I breathe.
Let the righteous Man be born again
Into the slain seed of my spent self.
Let him be alive
Again
Again
Again
I urge the rising of the sun
In never-ending delight
Of its hues, its shapes,
Of the many splendid ways you've found
For me to die
And you to live.