I let go -
And give myself to you.


There is a grace in letting go.
As the air turns crisp,
clear,
the autumn leaf hears the inner calling
of its very own nature -
"Let go...let go '
and refusing to cling,
the leaf is carried gently on a breeze.

And always love has called to me,
beckoning from the edge -
"Let go...let go"
and always I have cried,
"Not yet"
"Not yet"
and clinging as a leaf out of season,
I have been battered by life's
winter storms.

Yet now my life unfolds
as a new season -
The air is crisp and clear.
I hear the wind whisper,
"Let go...let go"
and refusing to cling,
I let go.

And I am carried by love's
gentle breeze.