Hanging On vs. Letting Go
I’ve read so many blogs from people hanging onto
Hurt, anger, grief, shame, control,
Not being able to get past it all
Clutching the pain
like a redolent bouquet of helium balloons.
If we let it go, it would fly
Up and away
Where it needs to be
But we hold tight, tighter, tightest.
The enemy keeps at us and at us,
Spraying putrid, noxious stench into our atmosphere
To keep us from smelling the sweet scent of joy,
Of thankfulness, of peace.
Fogging our heads with confusion,
Entitlement and so much
Insufficiency that we don’t allow ourselves
The falling leaves that dance before our eyes,
The richness of our first taste of morning coffee
The stillness of solitude when it gently wraps itself around us,
The warmth of dawn when it whispers, “Begin anew.”
If only we would open our hands,
Let the assemblage drift up
To the One who can take it
Onto His powerful shoulders,
Open our hands
And let go,
Maybe our hearts would, too.