Let go to hold on

I keep trying to grasp hold of time

and the intro to the old soap opera repeats in my brain

"like sand through an hourglass, so are the days of our lives"

I keep trying to grasp hold

I keep trying to

grasp

and it slips

slips faster

my fingers stretched tight

strained, tension cramping every fibre

yet in the Kingdom of my citizenship

the place that seems so twisted,

upside down

when compared to this world
I have so much to learn

for here
one must let go
to hold on

trying to grasp hold

of anything

but Him

is like attempting

to trap

the wind

and He is always

here, right here

in my hand

in my heart

no stretch, no strain

palms open

breathe

 

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