Hands

It ticks away incessantly,
A drifting,gripping,constant plea,
We ask, why should we be elated,
For increments now dissipated.
A steady stream slides through the glass,
Each grain of sand must surely pass.
Moving ahead... quiet...elusive,
Affecting each of us...never exclusive.
Our master waits with knowing eyes,
Then moves ahead without surprise,
We want to hold it in our hands,
But he who knows has other plans.
Ripped away...a brutal crime,
What would I give to have more...
time?

Wow! Beautiful, just beautiful. I've read it half a dozen times, and will surely return to read it again.

"The Lord giveth and The Lord taketh away"
Excellent insight !
Keep those eyes open and on Him, He is speaking through all believers.
Perhaps not always what we want to hear but always for our Good and not without some measure of pain, through His Love for us.
When His "hands" are on us and guiding our paths sometimes things get a bit hot before we get to walk in the cool of the eve with Him, the only way to temper steel is to put it back into the fire!
His ways are not ours, nor can be comprehended but we will try again and again, usually leaping to the wrong conclusions.

Love it! Thanks for sharing