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| Photo by Lee Lindsey McKinney |
It wasn't
ever supposed
to happen
like this.
Not for
anyone.
And yet
here we are, eye witnesses,
ear
witnesses, heart witnesses.
Time
seems so cruel,
first for
its seeming speed,
now for
its snail's pace.
And then
there's God.
They say
the first half of life
is for
container-building,
the
second half for filling.
Seems
like that's all screwed-up here:
all
filled-up and no time to share,
all used
up and no time to spare.
So now,
we hold it all
with
sieve-like hands,
watching
it pour out,
helpless
to do anything
but hope
and pray
our way
toward you, O God;
helpless
without your grace;
becoming
more and more aware
that it's
not so much
our
holding on that matters,
as our
being held.
© 2014
Todd Jenkins
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