I lift up my eyes
and I look around.
There is blessedness here…
and it was there, too.
I see differently now –
my distorted vision finally giving way to clarity.
The work of letting go
has been harder than expected.
But now I can see that
the grip is the giver of pain
and its loosening,
is grace received.
So here I stand
at the bank of the river of gladness.
I am finally ready to move toward yes.
I let go again, and
surrender to the divine flow.
All is well as I learn
the nature of floating.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2019
I love that last line, “the nature of floating”. Wonderful image!
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Thank you for the feedback!
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I absolutely love this, poem, Cynthia!
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