OF HOLDING THINGS LOOSELY

Nothing is mine.

For a moment I thought YOU were mine.
There in the evening hour,
I was convinced you belonged to me

And then, then you were gone...

For a moment I thought IT was mine.
There in the hour of success,
I was convinced it belonged to me

And then, then it was gone...

For a moment I thought TIME was mine.
There in that moment that felt like it would last forever,
I was convinced time belonged to me

And then, then it was gone...

HOLD THINGS LOOSELY
I hear you whisper through the pain, the fog of tears.

HOLD THINGS LOOSELY
I hear you shout softly,
so I can hear your voice over the noise of all the clutter I have accumulated
- for nothing.

HOLD THINGS LOOSELY
and trust me with them, you say,
when again I find myself sitting before you defeated and hurt

needing you to lift me up onto your lap to
restore and rebuild what once was...
So
I am learning to HOLD THINGS LOOSELY.

No THING is mine.
No ONE is mine.
All comes to me as a gift.

I am learning to receive whatever you see fit
Holding tightly only to one thing:
That all belongs,
that You are faithful
and that,
through You,
I am able to be be all of me.

- Jess Mally, August 2016 (edited Jan 2021)