He
was expecting the storm
when
it arrived, almost
suddenly, without portent or
warning,
simply arising
in
front of him. He held on
as
it raged, tearing at his skin,
sharp
nails with stinging points.
They
found him there, still
holding
on. He did not know
salvation
was in letting go.
Photograph by George Hodan via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
I'm loving this one today, Glynn as I find myself again invited to let go of the way I thought things might one day be. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteWow. I love this one, Glynn. And need it, too. Thank you.
ReplyDeletelet
ReplyDeleteus go
around the storm
let us
let go