These hands hold the joy and dread of time,
Each tick takes me to or past some moment of the 'it'
the fine edge of is, was or will be.
I want more than a moment for all these present tenses
I want a blurring of time for his face, her touch, their tears
to suspend in the infinite space between seconds.
I want to do away with tocks, chimes and alarms,
the flashing red numerals, I want to unwind it all.
Sometime life can throw a few challenges in your path and I find myself praying a little harder these days because of it.
I spotted the above poem (prayer) on a non descriptive hospital waiting room and jotted down the words so as not to forget them.
I hope kindred spirits will appreciate all it holds!
Have a nice weekend,