Time
is a stream of water
flowing through a faucet
We open our hands
and catch a bit,
then it
slips
through our fingers.
No!
Come back!
Stay!
We cry out, mourning what has gone
all the while forgetting that our hands are still full
The stream continues,
gushes out
grace.
Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom. — Psalm 90:12
