Letting go of holding on

When I first saw her face, it was quiet, soft, and plain

No thunder in my chest, no wild rush in my veins

Just a smile in passing—like a whisper in the crowd

But heaven speaks in silence, and it echoed deep and loud

A December gift I gave her, just a small, unnoticed thing

But something in her eyes stirred a song I couldn’t sing

She left before the night fell, yet somehow stayed behind

Her shadow lit the corners of the silence in my mind

But not all love is meant to stay

Some are stars that show the way

I reached, but she was veiled in thorns

A rose untouched, a love unborn

So I’ll love her from afar, like the owl that dreams of moonlight

Letting go, while holding on, to what is true and right

I used to pass by beauty—untouched, unclaimed, unknown

But she carved out a hollow that now feels like home

And when the ache grew louder than the quiet in my chest

A wise voice told me gently, “Some longing is a test”

"Not all love ends in arms that hold

But peace remains the highest goal

Let it soften, not undo

The tender heart that lives in you

One day love will find its way

Where it’s chosen, and it stays”

No, not all love is meant to stay

But every love can shape the way

I reached, but she was veiled in thorns

A rose untouched, a love unborn

So I’ll love her from afar, like the owl that dreams of moonlight

Letting go, while holding on, to what is true and right

And if the Lord should call someday

I’ll walk the path and not delay

Through every loss and fleeting flame

Toward truth, toward peace, toward heaven’s name

And I’ll be ready, I’ll be strong

Letting go… of holding on