Letting Go

How many times do I have to stumble and fall?
How many times...??
When did I forget past grief from emotions worn raw?
Was it not enough: the memories, the stern self-dialogue, the prayers?


Apparently not! Yes, I went there again, with emotions untamed.
I stirred the pot with a dirty spoon; contaminating all who partook.
Words spiked with acid hurled, unafraid...and now, grief...again.
I could, forever, drown in these juices of bitter regret, hoping to never again inflict pain.


Presently, stewing still, I pause...to listen.
Wisdom gently whispers, "Let it go."
"Let go and let God", yes, I've heard it all before.
Be still...and know, He says. With much trepidation, I finally...allow.

Sitting in stillness, I slowly unclench my hands, I breathe in, I relax my jaw.
I gently let go...and let God.