Letters of faith #2

On: Losing my possessions


Is faith believing for what I don’t have

or letting go of what I have already?

Sometimes we fret and are anxious

Sometimes dark clouds invade our minds

and we worry

What will happen if?

What shall we do if?

Should I not take this action or that?

In case of …

We struggle to hold on to what we have

We decorate it …

We embellish it …

We improve it …

We develop it …

We pander to it’s every whim

And then we think one day

Well, is it us, do we like it ?

Reality is cheaper …

You cannot truly appreciate what you have

Until you let go of it

Sometimes circumstances snatch from us what we love (or possess)

Then it is we recognise how important it is – they are! …

~ We are separated from a loved one

We lose a treasured possession

We break some valuable ornament

~ The washing machine goes wrong ! …

Then we miss it, need it, we mourn our own loss

Rarely others

Can I see what I have?

Do I understand that worth?

Possessions always blind us

We ought to never possess anything

Just loan  ~ Just borrow

This is freedom!                This is faith!!!

Stand upon it!

Feed yourself upon it’s air ~ it’s space

And fight for what is right

Be anxious over what is wrong

This is faith

Got any mountains that need moving

Chuck them in the sea

Let go of your possessions

and happy you will be …



#author’s note ~ In keeping with my decision to publish all my written essays and poems as an archive for my children, I now include On: Losing my possessions on this site.

I’m not sure I could, with hand-on-heart match the doe-eyed simplicity and honest faith contained in this piece that I wrote twenty-eight years ago but that I now applaud unreservedly just twenty-eight years later.

It is clearly the counter to the previous essay, carrying a spiritual submission and a soulful ladle of compassion as a temper, a guide rope that battens down, attached to an almost Buddhist temple of surrender, common sense and most uncommon wisdom.







About edenbray

I've always enjoyed writing and that is all I want to do... .. . I’m not sure why I ever stopped, was it 9/11? .. . Edenbray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions. The effluence of my short life .. . I am a Writer and Artist - since 1966 - I'm now an avid Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . I have published many of my poems in booklets ... please ask for details or just join the shebang by leaving me a marker with a 'like' or a comment for my ego and my encouragement :- thank you so much for listening ~ edenbray
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