I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Friday, February 22, 2013
Letting Go
Piece by piece
The debris
The flotsam
Goes into the fire
A quick toss
And then the hungry flames
pounce
Flairing, roaring
Licking the needles off the branches
Quickly, crackling
And then more slowly
Eating away at the heart wood
Slowly consuming
And then with the power
Of self-made wind
Taking what was
And sending it skyward
Twisting
Sparkling smoke
Into the far reaches
Of the sky
Released
And free
Piece by piece
I feed the debris of my life
My failures
Relationships that were
But are no more
Hurts
fears
Slowly I feed them
Into the hot fire of divine love
Hoping
Believing that the fire of the Spirit
Can transform them
And send them skyward
Into the vast expanse
Of God’s love
Twirling freely
Sparkling smoke
release
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