Let it Go

Well, you don’t hold up the world

by worrying, so let it go,

let it go

Seeds in the ground

don’t need your exhortations

to bide their time

and spring forth when they’re needed

And your body

doesn’t need you telling it to breathe,

telling it to beat its steady rhythm

Let it go, let it go

Everything comes home,

in its time. Even the venturing out

is part of it, part of the

ever-growing claiming and reclaiming

of its own —

its place in the divine dance of being.

It will do so without your worrying —

let it go.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 29, 2015