Held:

What is but this thing
that I hold so precious
that allows me to see
all that is
for there in
lies the beauty
of it all
everything I touch
all that I feel
that I desire
want and need
in this here world
all that resides
and yet seems
to just pass me by
here today
gone tomorrow
leaving me with a sense
of welcome and hope
an utter glory
filling my mind body and soul
with
faith and belief
clutched tightly to my heart
for there is always
the promise
of another tomorrow

~X~