These are the lyrics to a song I wrote this past October while carving pumpkins with my children. It is inspired by a sermon given by Jonathan Rose a number of years ago on exinanition (the process of being emptied out).
One October a pumpkin grew
Full of seeds and thoughts
She said I don't wanna be one of those
That sits around and rots
Pick me now cause I wanna be
Like other pumpkins I've seen
With a picture and a warming light
For the kids on Halloween
But the other pumpkins warned her
It's a process you can't handle
Being scraped and carved right to the flesh
Till you're cleaned out for a candle
Hollow me hollow me hollow me
And make me shine
Make me shine
The pumpkin she was determined
Her fate was in decoration
But with the first stab of the knife she thought
Time for reconsideration
They were right she thought I'd be better off
As a pie or on the vine
Why wasn't I satisfied as a big orange squash
Why did I want to shine?
But the carvers hands were gentle
And she could sense the jubilation
As he held her and he made his plans
In great anticipation
Hollow me hollow me hollow me
and make me shine
make me shine
As he began to scrape inside she found
To her seeds she was attached
She was afraid without all her junk inside
She'd be more likely to get smashed
But she noticed too a feeling
Of freedom as she was emptied
All the space and possibilities
Like holding light instead of seeds
Though she never had felt pain
As a pumpkin on the vine
The pain could not come close to how
Good it felt to shine
Hollow me hollow me hollow me
and make me shine
follow me follow me follow
if you wanna shine
make me shine