Beauty In Letting Go

The path isn’t always straight. The winding, curving, turning, and swerving to some, turns to shackles, others to wings. Each detour’s cessation carries with it a burden or a gift, only the soul can decide. The landscape may be embraced among the chaos or dismissed as the tunnel siphons the mind. There is beauty in letting go, moving forward and allowing a season to slip away. Another begins to flirt. What will it bring? What swerving, turning, curving, and winding will take place? Will this time be straight? The crisp dew of the new begins to dawn and the sun begins to inhabit the air. The sun knows no season, only its light, fire and life. It only provides. It never fails. It never wanes. It is always there. No season goes without, no season the sun’s presence need it ever doubt. Would it were the soul embrace the 

same, trusting and knowing regardless of the time, the Son provides life, fire and life. Always there, never waning, never failing. The leaves crunch under feet, to fall my soul will meet…