Letting the Heartstrings Slip.

Walking into night, that unseen blackness,
can make for a haunting spectacle.

Do you ever wonder?
Wonder in your heart-of-hearts
if what you're doing is only
a distraction from what the ultimate plan is?

It is especially hard
for me
to let go.

I tie my heartstrings
to so much.

So much.

Old letters that I will never
(or most likely never) read again.
Favorite dolls. Bookmarks. Ideas.

But then,
when He takes them from me.

The heartstrings come untied
from their tangles.

And I rest.

i'm off to try to make rasberry scones and listen to an interview. 

just blessed.