Crossroads

I choose to let go.  A sigh of relief.  My knuckles burn.  It is time for a rest.  It has been such hard work to hold on for dear life.

It’s time to let go.  I don’t want winners and losers.  I want winners and winners. 

I feel myself vibrate back and forth.

I choose to let go.  Tears fill my yes.  Sweet relief.  The struggle drops away like a well worn skin and I am here.  Standing before You.

Love in my eyes and I am filled with something that feels like yearning.  But there is a softness to my gaze and a gentle innocence in my vibe.

“Lord, I am here.”

The weight of a thousand lifetimes dissolves and peace is my home.

I choose to let go and there is no question about what surrender is.  Sweet surrender is all that I am and I am heart to heart with the Divine.  A quiet, resonant throb and my soul cracks right open, spilling everything and leaving me bare before my Maker.

“I am here and I am ready.”

Every part of me is called to attention.  I feel a sense of alertness and presence that is so distinct.  Every part of me is down front and center, poised in the doorway.

I choose to let go.  Waves of love and appreciation glide over all that has gone before and it is no more.  Its relevance is outdated for I stand cloaked in the arms of my lover and we are eternally One.


(I wrote this today.  Free flow of words reflecting how I was feeling.  It has a definite feeling of poetry and symbolism weaving through it.  I start off thinking that I am going to write an article and somehow, the poetry finds a way to come in!  If it speaks to you in some way, I would love to hear from you.

God's grace to you,

Nicola)