I’m almost done reading (and marking up) Brueggemann’s, “The Prophetic Imagination”, and I’ve become even more convinced that God’s cycle of life of growth, death, and new life is repeated throughout our lives. And as I practice my little deaths, I find that death is not so much a covering over and forgetting, as it is an acceptance and closure and a re-opening to new life.
we collect
(forever)
things
we let define who we are
clothes
tools
games
favorite sins
jobs
friends
family
enemies
likes
dislikes
and security seems to be
in piling these mountains of familiar
around ourselves
creating a world
of our own making
yet letting go
of some of these little things
when we are done with them
is a practice that brings in fresh air
new seasons
new life
new loves
each letting go
is a little death
allowing new life in
beyond our current
self
