The King of Letting Go
I am a humble servant of
The King of Letting Go
Every day I try to let
My Monarch’s teachings flow
This King did not possess riches
His life was about loss
My King did not sit on a throne
Instead He had a cross
He wore no fancy crown of gold
Adorned with studded jewels
Instead there was a crown of thorns
Placed on His head by fools
He walked away from His home town
From those who had raised Him
To cast His light in places that
Had grown shady and dim
He let go of the things He had
The things He did possess
He knew the key to happiness
Was knowing you need less
And when the only thing left was
His life, they took that too
He let it go as He explained
“They know not what they do”
I wonder why it’s so hard for
People to let it go
Everyday annoyances
That make our anger grow
But one thing we can’t seem to grasp
And hold on tightly to
Is the lesson this King taught
We just cannot construe
The thought that peace is in our grasp
If we let go, move on
Accept the things we cannot change
Accept what’s gone is gone
I am a humble servant of
The King of Letting Go
I will not be dragged down because
I will no longer tow
I will sever the lines that hold me
To anchoring weight
I will let go of my ego
My selfishness, my hate
Because my King has done the same
And asks no less of me
He’s taught us only when we let
It go can we be free
Miro
