Letting GoIn solitude...
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Letting Go
In solitude I sit to welcome dawn
sensing in its soft illumination
the Presence I so often long to know.
God's warmth infuses my being,
dancing across my soul
like sunlight on windblown leaves.
In a moment of letting go,
my heart opens, to receive
this gift, this Presence,
that fills my emptiest places,
void spaces none but God could ever know.
As I receive you, Lord, so would I give.
Grant me grace to fill the daunting void
that haunts the lives of all who know
the soul's abyss of night.
Make me a messenger of light,
racing toward the new with arms out-
stretched
to receive, to embrace,
rather than demand the status quo,
rather than demand that nothing change
since change means letting go.
Grant me grace, dear God, to let go freely,
willingly, that I might know
what it means to live,
to love, to grow,
to be your own.
(From: B. Kathleen Fannin, In His Presence, (Jefferson City,
MO: CatTale Publications, 1994).
-- Fannin
In solitude I sit to welcome dawn
sensing in its soft illumination
the Presence I so often long to know.
God's warmth infuses my being,
dancing across my soul
like sunlight on windblown leaves.
In a moment of letting go,
my heart opens, to receive
this gift, this Presence,
that fills my emptiest places,
void spaces none but God could ever know.
As I receive you, Lord, so would I give.
Grant me grace to fill the daunting void
that haunts the lives of all who know
the soul's abyss of night.
Make me a messenger of light,
racing toward the new with arms out-
stretched
to receive, to embrace,
rather than demand the status quo,
rather than demand that nothing change
since change means letting go.
Grant me grace, dear God, to let go freely,
willingly, that I might know
what it means to live,
to love, to grow,
to be your own.
(From: B. Kathleen Fannin, In His Presence, (Jefferson City,
MO: CatTale Publications, 1994).
-- Fannin
