Shipwrecked

I die and rise again each day so how can I doubt the resurrection? 

I was going to tell you my story but waves of pain drowned my voice.
I tried to utter a word but my thoughts became fragile and shattered like glass.
Even the largest ship can capsize in the stormy sea of love, let alone my feeble boat which shattered to pieces leaving me nothing but a strip of wood to hold on to.
Small and helpless, rising to heaven on one wave of love and falling with the next I don’t even know if I am or I am not.
When I think I am, I find myself worthless, when I think I am not, I find my value. Like my thoughts,
I die and rise again each day so how can I doubt the resurrection?
Tired of hunting for love in the world, at last I surrender in the valley of love and become free.
Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi