His winnowing fork is in his hand,
to clear his threshing floor
and to gather the wheat into his granary;
but the chaff he will burn with unquenchable fire.
—Luke 3.17
Beloved, winnow my heart;
strip away the chaff
of my fears and attachments.
My victories and failures are not me.
Burn the husks I hide behind,
my fear that my real self you will not love.
Burn the straw of my attempts
to be someone I’m not.
By your grace, I will be
the true person within,
not an imaginary self
but the one you create.
God of mercy,
I welcome your winnowing.
I give thanks for the fire of grace
in which I am made new.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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