Grasp

I try to hold them in my hands…

The moments with the ones on the cusp of adulthood.

The verses that answer my questions boldly, with clarity.

The time with friends preparing for a world-wide journey.

I act as if grabbing hold could slow down this spinning earth, as if the friends won’t move or the children will stop growing. It’s a form of denial that helps me cope.

Then I realize that the moments that seem to be slipping away strike my heart so they can leave their imprint, etching my soul with their purpose.