The stream

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

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