For Jace
I'm grasping. Clenching.
My fists in sorrow.
As I keep loosing this sand through my fingers.
It cuts into my hand,
As I squeeze it even harder.
But as I do, I loose even more and my heart drops.
I'm grasping. Clenching.
My fists in anger.
As the wind howls and threatens to throw me off the edge.
I CAN'T HOLD ON MUCH LONGER!
I scream. As I drift closer to the depths.
But then, I feel the presence of something I had forgotten.
I'm sweating. Trembling.
As my soul aches.
I miss the sand I've already lost and the pain is indeniable.
These emptying hands feel cold and alone.
I wonder where the sand has gone.
And I'm tired. Of grasping what I can't hold onto.
I'm opening up. Letting go.
As my soul is held.
I was gripping the sand that wasn't mine to keep but to give back.
I drop to my knees and cry out. cry.
As I am reminded that even through the momentary storm.
I have been on the Rock that will not move and will never let go.
I'm grasping. Clenching.
Safe. Eternally.