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She clung to it so tightly.
Nothing was going to allow her to loosen her fingers
From the thing she held tightly in her hand.
She loved it too much.
It was beautiful, but jagged.
She couldn’t loosen it even though its edges
Caused her fingers to bleed
As she tightened them tighter and tighter around it.
It was valuable and she feared someone else would steal it from her grasp.
Her days were filled with thinking about this thing she loved.
…and how she could keep it close to her.
And away from others.
She loved it too much.
As the years went on, her fingers became more and more stiff.
She looked at others with more and more suspicion…
Knowing they wanted to steal her precious object. STOP
She looked tired and worn from many sleepless nights…
Watching to see if someone was trying to take it from her.
Until one day, she looked at the once beautiful, treasured piece
That she loved and cherished.
She realized that it was no longer beautiful,
But rusty, worn and tattered.
Her damp hands had ruined that tiny piece over time.
Its beauty was gone.
So was its value.
She realized her life had been wasted worrying about something
With almost no long term value.
She had lost friendships and wasted a life
Because she was unwilling to release that tiny bit of stuff
That had little value…to anyone but herself!
She was unwilling to share it or enjoy its beauty with friends.
She was unwilling to risk having it stolen so she could leave it behind
To enjoy a life that was rich in friendships, interests and outreach.
She was unable to trust that something
Or someone could be more valuable
Than this tiny thing that ruled her beautiful life…
At least it was once.
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It took all day to get this post up as I flew across the US…from Seattle to Alabama via Texas! Had trouble finding a photo I wanted, yada, yada. Just when I would be chugging along on the net, we would have to land and I had to turn it off! Finally finished even though the post itself took 5 minutes up to the “stop” when I wrote it Thursday night. I can’t do miracles!:)
If we’re willing to release things we treasure into God’s hands, it becomes more beautiful. But the more we try to hold on to it, it gets more rusty, worn and tattered. Thanks for your words today. (Sophia – your neighbor at FMF)
welcome neighbor:) (sophia)
Sadly, this is so true, for many people. Holding on to the wrong things… not being able to receive, because of clinging too tightly to what we think is valuable.
Thanks for sharing this beautifully written post!
thanks for your kind words lily.
Beautiful! Wonderful flow to the poem and a great message. :>)
thanks beth.
You’ r right we sometimes realize too late how worthless things that we hold on to are.
thanks leah. so true! seems like something often happens to bring us up short to show us thatsome of what we’re holding on to is not worth it.
So beautiful, and so very true. Only when are hands are open to let go are they also open to receive. – Fawn
thanks fawn. yes, this was a fictional entry…sort of. certainly based on truth…so easy to spend our time holding on to the unimportant that seems so precious at the time!
Such a heart touching post.
thanks denise:)