as sand, selah

Memories I hold like sand,

falling through my hands.

Out of my grip,

held tight, yet it slips.

Always slipping.

Frustrating not to know

who you were

or where you go.

All is like a mist.

Most is missed.

I don’t feel control.

I let it fade.

Hard to relate,

not made how they see.

I wonder what it is like

to think back and find clarity,

not confusion at the lack.

The memories expired.

A quiet mystery.

I can’t repeat the patterns,

can’t feel what matters.

I wish I could hold

what is gold,

the sweet and the bitter.

It falls like rain in the wind.

And so,

what to make of the weather?

Psa 39:5 ESV — Behold, you have made my days a few handbreadths, and my lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely all mankind stands as a mere breath! Selah

2Co 4:17-18 ESV — For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.