A Prayer for Letting GoO God, in
whom all creation existsAnd who
exists in all creation,Give us
strengthTo loosen
our parental gripAnd let goOf whatAnd of whoWere never
truly ours in the first place. The days
felt so long,And now
it’s time to step backSo the oneWho will
always be so little to usCan move
forwardTo take
their wobbly first stepsInto
adulthood. In the
places we cannot be,Help us
trust You are thereWith the
mothering spirit of an eagle,Rousing her
chicks and hovering over her young,Spreading
her wings to take them upAnd carry
them to safety. In the
paces we cannot be,Help us
know You are thereWith the
fathering spirit of a shepherd,Protecting
Your lambs and caring for the young,Leaving the
ninety-nine to protect the oneAnd carry
that one to safety. As our
child makes their place in the world,Be the
fresh air that fills their lungs.Lead them
to places of rest,And propel
them to keep goingWhen
they’re road wearyAnd not
sure if they can go on.Build hope
into their heartsSo they
know they’re never alone-Not for one
minute, O Lord,Not even
for one moment. Let every
act of parenting’s pastAnd
parenting’s futureBe an act
of love,O Lord.Help us
rememberThat even
in this danceOf stepping
backAnd letting
go,You’ll hold
themAs they
journey on.And You’ll
hold us, too,As we watch
them soar.And You’ll
never,Not once,Let us
down. -Kayla
Craig, To Light Their Way
Blessed are you autumn,
with your flair for drama
you call to the poet in our hearts,
“Return to the earth, become good soil
wait for new seeds.”
Blessed are you autumn
season of unpredictability.
You inspire us to be flexible
to learn from our shifting moods.
Blessed are you, autumn
season of surrender
you teach us the wisdom of letting go
as you draw us into new ways of life.
–The
Circle of Life, Joyce Rupp & Macrina
Wiederkehr
Oh God, gather me now to be with
you as you are with me.
Soothe my tiredness;
quiet my fretfulness;
curb my aimlessness;
relieve my compulsiveness;
let me be easy for a moment.
O Lord, release me
from the fears and guilts which grip me so tightly;
from the expectations and opinions which I so tightly grip,
that I may be open
to receiving what you give,
to risking something genuinely new,
to learning something refreshingly different.
Forgive me
for claiming so much for myself
that I leave no room for gratitude;
for confusing exercises in self-importance
with acceptance of self-worth;
for complaining so much of my burdens
that I become a burden;
for competing against others so insidiously
that I stifle celebrating them
and receiving your blessing through their gifts.
O God, gather me to be with
you as you are with me.
Amen.
Ted
Loder, Guerillas of Grace
-Robin Wall Kimmerer Braiding Sweetgrass