Every blessing you pour out I’ll
Turn back to praise

God who makes all things new
Make me a
waste recycler
Hurt converter
holy refuse sculptor
Turning pain into glory,
Forming ashes into beauty.
Like carbon into diamonds,
Show me how to redeem dirt
Applying time and pressure
to make the strongest
and most precious of gems.



 Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.

– 1 Corinthians 13 v 8 (NIV)

I’d rather be empty of certain knowledge

than a proud and friendless connoisseur.

Because I used to be the latter,

and filling the void with stuff

only expanded the cavity.

I would cram myself with media

Gorge on TV, drink in the radio

and drain the local library weekly

Trying desperately to hoover up

all I could about life and my fellow man

to the detriment of my social skills

when I should just have studied them

out in their natural habitat

as a participant observer.

I know that this is a false dichotomy

And trust me that I still love to study

But to put my identity in what I consume

Is an attempt I completely reject.

I freely admit

I know less now

Try to own less now

and believe fewer things for certain,

Letting my learning flow like water,

but I fear no FOMO

and am 100 times happier

because I know love

which we all need like oxygen.

When all else passes away

still I will be able to say

I lived a full life

and I think when push comes to shove

people are more important than things

Plus what is more

I’d rather have loved and missed out

than never have opened my heart.