I have touched life
with handfuls of hope.
Letting it run through
my fingers.
Soaking all I wear.
Wetting my pathway.
I take my still wet hands to
my face and wipe it clean.
My eyes clear once more.
I see the place where
I’m standing.
It’s wet with hope,
uplifting my position.
WOW! Powerful Jay. What a great metaphor. (BTW, I have just started to read "Wild At Heart" by John Eldredge. Awsome so far, you might be interested in it)
