When the winds of change howl against you,
Let them in
Don’t bar the door on presumptions
That they can be kept at bay
No, let the furies in to ravage the dark places
And forcefully clear decay from shelves and corners
Once carefully placed and now discarded and forgotten,
Yet still impactful in ways not readily recognizable
Pervasive, painful habits, distorted thinking
Still living lives gone past
Let them go,
Though the cords pull tight
As if sending a carefully nurtured child off to camp
These children raised by you no longer serve you
They’ve now run off in the darkness
Seeking freedom in someone else’s dream,
Howling, crying, quietly whispering
Let them go
Let the winds carry them where they need to be
Let your soul be free
©SpiritLed 2016