To Be Made New

(in progress)

To Be Made New

My deepest need, my darkest fear, my strongest desire
Is just one thing:

To let go of what I am, the self-made man
The things I use to create the illusion of safety and security
The things of which I am proud (my delusions of achievement)
The things I cling to in order to preserve the chimerical semblance of peace, satisfaction, warmth

To release the phantom things I cannot release . . .

(these things to which I cling, all the while knowing they are but air and dust and shadows)

. . . and rest on your knee,
And be made new.