This was a poem written by Marcella Krisel and I found it “spot on”!
For far too long I played host to a problem that I thought was up to me to solve. I wrestled with it daily–denouncing, entreating, resenting it. Unfortunately, it thrived on all this attention and the free room and board. Finally, at a particularly low point of human discouragement, I was spurred into immediate action of a different sort by a flash of insight.
“I can of mine own self do nothing”
In what seemed then to be a fit of recklessness (almost irresponsibility) I tossed that problem out, Out–with all its trappings–from under my protective shadow into the bright sunshine. There the light of Truth and Love, unimpressed, serenely dissolved and displaced it in a matter of moments.