Letting Go
I thought that I was letting go
But now, of course, I've come to know,
not so

So many things I love so much
So many things I long to touch,
to know

"But child," the Father seems to say
"Your love was made to give away,
to sew

The joy of Life comes not from getting
And your part here in Life is letting

All things here belong to Me
Where else then could all things be,
now grow

Accept the Silent offering
These words that I am proffering
to show

That which you love to know and see
Is just another form of Me,
I love you so!"