The Leaves Drift By My Window

The leaves drift by my window
Falling softly to the withering grass.
They just let go
Without urging,
Without force,
Without resistance.

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
With tenderness.
I give the gift of freedom
That I AM.
Rev. Linda Dominik©

One thought on “The Leaves Drift By My Window”

  1. A beautiful poem! I appreciate the invitation to reflect on perfect Divine Order in Nature and allowing, accepting and appreciating the Divine Order of my journey!

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