OF HOLDING THINGS LOOSELY

Nothing is mine.

For a moment I thought YOU were mine.
There in the evening hour,
I was convinced you belonged to me

And then, then you were gone…

For a moment I thought IT was mine.
There in the hour of success,
I was convinced it belonged to me

And then, then it was gone…

For a moment I thought TIME was mine.
There in that moment that felt like it would last forever,
I was convinced time belonged to me

And then, then it was gone…

HOLD THINGS LOOSELY

I hear you whisper through the pain, the fog of tears.

HOLD THINGS LOOSELY
I hear you shout softly,
so I can hear your voice over the noise of all the clutter I have accumulated

– for nothing.

HOLD THINGS LOOSELY
and trust me with them, you say,
when again I find myself sitting before you defeated and hurt

needing you to lift me up onto your lap to restore and rebuild what once was…

So I am learning to HOLD THINGS LOOSELY.

No THING is mine. No ONE is mine.

All comes from you as a gift.

I am learning to receive whatever you see fit

Holding tightly only to one thing:

The certainty that you are faithful and able to see all of life come to pass – All of Life, belonging to you.

– Jess Mally, August 2016

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