Isaiah 55:1-9; Luke 13:1-9
If the trees can do it, then so can I,At least that’s what I tell myself.For if year after year the trees can let goOf their brightest leaves and that warm autumn glow,Then maybe in time, like trees with their leaves,I can releaseThat which keeps me from you.Maybe in time, I can let goOf my need for certaintyAnd my need to look good,My need for busyness,And my need to numb pain;The trivial ways I measure my self-worth,Or the hurtful ways I measure yours.For if year after year the trees let go,Then maybe, in time, I can too.Maybe,In time,My heart will know spring.
-SEEKING PRESENCE LETTING GO
