Denison Witmer
Let Go A Little
I was in my garden
Water pouring from my hands
I turned around and there you stood
You were transparent and you said,
“Why are you so precious about everything?
Let go a little.”
I was in my garden
Water pouring from my hands
I turned around and there you stood
You were transparent and you said,
“Why are you so precious about everything?
Let go a little.”