The birch leaves are falling, Lord,
yellow diamonds on the green grass, released in the autumn wind.
But I, Lord,
I still clutch tight the leaves of my old life, useless, withered and dry.

Teach me to let go of the old –

old hurts and animosities, old troubles and grief. Teach me to release them into the wind of your Spirit to be whisked away,
that like the tree I may rest a while
at peace within,
then grow again in the spring.

Annie Heppenstall dscn1394

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