I Hold In My Hand

I hold in my hand past, present and future

the weight of which is heavy but simple.

I see a sky above the thick clouds of grey

where stars smile and friendships rekindle.

I hold in my hand the life of a child

and years that are lost between each kiss.

I hear joy and sorrow on a nearby playground

with empty swings that are motionless and missed.

I hold in my hand the keys to succeed

a strong grip that endures unwanted labor

a choice to live each day within my means

and to grant my fellow man unmerited favor.

Rested

I hold in my hand the hand of another

who’s grasp will never waver.

            eternally

                        my Friend, my Savior.

~2012 Vaughn Wood