The leaves drift by my window
Falling softly to the withering grass.
They just let go
From the depths of their being,
They respond to the innate call
Of wisdom within.
Every autumn the process renews,
Freeing them from their burden.
Surrendering to peace and rest.
Can I let fall with the same grace
The angers, the resentments, the
Bindings to pain?
Can I receive the
Freedom of forgiveness,
By giving it freely?
I let go,
I let love
Guide each release
I give the gift of freedom
That I AM.
Rev. Linda Dominik©