This breath.

This conversation.

This rushed
to-do list.

These seconds
dashing, dragging.

This long
waiting season.

This focus.

This distraction.
That one too.

This exhaustion.

This
very
word.

And this —
you.

This
fleeting night
with its fitful rest.

This hour.

This shake of laughter.

And this muffled sob.

Every moment.

My times are in your hand.

O God, keep my times in your hand.

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