There comes a time to let them go
these little creations of words
like children you have raised and cared for
for a while

There comes a time to let them fly
these small birds grown too big for the nest
barely fully-fledged

These pieces of work not planned or intended
but appearing from somewhere
received and shaped by my own hand
which is sometimes so clumsy
given as an answer
to life’s speaking

So let them go I will
anxious and with a little shudder:
How will they will fare in this
big world with its
dangers in many places?

But go they must

So go and
fly with my blessing
and may your twittering
be in someone’s ears
a little joy
a little comfort
a little melody of hope

from: Hoffnungsinseln – Islands of Hope