Release

by Irma Oestmann

I wanted to hold you, thinking that holding was loving,

But soon I learned that this was not true love; and so

I let go. It’s called release.

You are now free to waft on the winds of your soul.

I watch you as you move into new worlds.

My heart is happy for your freedom and mine.

Momentarily I long to hold you again as you touch my

branch,

Ever so lightly, on your wind-blown path.

The touch reminded me of tender moments we had shared.

Of tears and of laughter.

Now you are choosing a new way of thinking and living.

Yes, the choice is yours;

and if you choose to light upon my

Branch again, momentarily;

it shall be as the touch of eternity.

For now I know that we are both free spirits,

free to do and Free to be and especially free to be

more together than apart.

For the soul and life in the branch

are the same as in the leaf.

Our worlds are the same though many miles apart.

I wish you happy freedom; and,

together or apart, our love is eternal,

More lasting and fulfilled now

than before when we held so tightly.

Now we know that true love and the releasing

was the real beginning.