Going Through Rough Waters...

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,