In Our Grasp
In all of life there is a time...
a time for caring,
a time for loving,
a time for sharing.
We beg for that time - we bless its arrival...
that time connects us,
it makes us whole,
it cares for our souls.
We squander some of it,
we demand more of it,
but in the end...
we only have those precious moments.
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