In the Grip of Hope

frosty willow sunset

Frost’s bony fingers

Beckon us toward the light,

Remind us of warmth.

Get a Grip

Get a grip,

hold on fast;

Any slip

may be your last.

Fingers ache

with holding on;

Frosty breath –

you’re going, gone…


We delude ourselves when we feel that we have a grip on life. ┬áControl is but a frost away from losing it all – how much better it is to let go and be gripped by grace!