take my hand

 
Take my hand. I wonder how many times in this life I’ve uttered those words. I would venture to say thousands. Spoken firmly to keep a child safe. Pleaded desperately to keep someone on the verge of leaving near. Whispered quietly to offer comfort to another in pain.

“Take my hand, and all will be well”, I assuredly pronounce. As if my touch can alter the course of events or heal whatever is ailing. Maybe sometimes it can. But I’m learning there is no guarantee in this, and sometimes the best thing a person can do…….the only thing left to do……is let go.

It’s so very difficult to let go when one has spent a lifetime saying take my hand.

 
~Cynthia