In the bottom of the river were two stones.
They should have stayed in the river,
but I took them.
They never belonged to me,
but I took them
anyway.

Now it is time to let them go
and return them to the river,
empty myself from what does not belong to me.

It was easy to pick them up
and make them part of me.
It is hard to let them go.
Who will I be without them?

Placed on pedestals,
the smaller one
has no weight in my hand
but 
it is so pleasing to look at:
a bird’s egg made of stone.

The larger stone has no life, 
sitting on marble.
It takes up space.
Looking at it
brings no pleasure.

For the sin I have committed against my heart,
may I release these stones.

For the sin of being involved in a story that is not mine,
may  I release these stones.

For the sin of thinking that this story is real,
may I release these stones.

For the sin of abandoning myself,
may I release these stones.

What will happen to me 
without these stones, 
the stories I have told myself
for so long?

The story  wasn’t mine.
It didn’t belong to me: 
only a dream,
a delusion,
a story to hold on to.

What will happen when it is gone
and I am truly
free;
empty,
not clinging?

There is still time in this day 
to hold them
and then let them go.

There will be time to discover the blessing.