Letting Go and Letting God is, generally, an easy practice in every day life. It is when our boat gets rocked, that we find this process difficult. I spent Saturday night in the ER with my partner, Judy. The diagnosis is still outstanding, but the after loosing 3 family members last year, my thoughts wandered to thinking the worst. I also found my patience becoming very short as I shopped for gowns and house shoes to take back to the hospital. I fought not to become rude when interacting with people working the stores I was shopping in, knowing they did not understand my haste. Recognizing my attempts to find a sense of control in this situation, I wrote this poem.
As I walk along my path, I hit a slippery slope.
My feet attempt to grasp their hold, my mind reaches for hope.
In search for explanations found, my chaotic thoughts become a yoke.
I slip, I slide, I fall, I drown in senseless revelations.
I land upon more sturdy ground, through surrender to your direction.
New path revealed; new path followed with anticipation.
Deborah Ann Brodt