Pastoral Report Archives:

March, 2005

February, 2005

January, 2005

December, 2004

November, 2004

October, 2004

September, 2004

August, 2004

July, 2004

June, 2004






The College of Pastoral Supervision & Psychotherapy is a theologically based covenant community, dedicated to "recovery of the soul" and promoting competency in the clinical pastoral field.


« REPORT TO THE COMMUNITY | Main | Registration Deadline for National Clinical Training Seminar »

April 2, 2001

To Love And Let G0 by Myron Madden

"Love carries the pain of separation; the sweetness of the present is shadowed by a divided path ahead. Maybe it is tinted, even tainted, with the flow of time... Love makes itself a stranger to what it has created, it makes itself homeless in its home; it deprives itself in its own riches; it gets no medicine in its own dispensary.

To Love And Let Go

by Myron Madden

Love carries the pain of separation; the sweetness of the present is shadowed by a divided path ahead. Maybe it is tinted, even tainted, with the flow of time that annuls our unions and breaks up our clusters.

Love is a mighty witness that we exist; yet my hand is uncertain whether to grasp and hold, or to be open, yielding and freeing. It is is it a vine or a tree? Will it clutch or cling or will it stand and stretch and breathe?

Love that lets go does not let itself go, but is bound by its own vows to keep a fire burning in the hearth.

Love that lets go is a patientfather, a faithful mother, a committed friend. Love is present when it is needed; it is available but not in sight when it is not needed. If it is needed again, it is available. If it is needed no more, it rejoices that it was once needed.

In its youth love is haste, speed, rush and commotion; in its ripeness, love is patience, endurance and kindness.

So my love breathes and begets, and brings forth and nurtures and coddles. It sustains and soothes and supports and then silently withdraws and seems to disappear. Its eye must be no more apparent than a star behind the cloud, its arms should be as ungrappling as the branches of the oak tree; its breath no closer than the wind in the pine needles.

Love makes itself a stranger to what it has created, it makes itself homeless in its home; it deprives itself in its own riches; it gets no medicine in its own dispensary.

Love does not obligate, it does not manipulate, it does not dominate, conspire, cajole, or threaten.

Love is free because it is freeing. Love can't have what it wants from the other because of what it wants for the other.

Love yearns to own and possess and control and hold, but love knows it must yield and loose, and unbind, and let go.

Posted by Perry Miller, Editor at April 2, 2001 11:22 AM

Email this article to a friend

Email this entry to:


Your email address:


Message (optional):

Print this entry