Life is a series of
letting go
living in reality
accepting imperfections
seasons of richness
along with
seasons of loss.
The leaves let go
the mother tree shaking
them loose
does she feel her barrenness
as she releases them?
We think we can control
fix things
make it better
but who knows if the wind and rain
are on their way
scattering dreams and
dashing hopes.
there is beauty everywhere
fragile and healing
Who knows what
tomorrow will bring?
So I let go,
of what I can’t control,
fix, manage
letting disappointments
flutter to the ground
like autumn leaves.
I learn to savour the moments
find deep rest in knowing
that in letting go
I trust the One
who holds tomorrow.
Let it go
