Dust-light scattered Each pinprick a promise broken a memory already dissolving Beautiful sorrow It won't hold Nothing earthly can Not even a hand held tight a whispered comfort against the dark Those moments transient grace A glimpse of belonging quickly fading The urge to grasp to keep a hollow ache To claim a piece of the fleeting But claiming binds Self exaltation corrupts the gift The truest reward isn't in holding on but in releasing Letting the stars burn, let the moments pass Finding sanctuary not in a hand but in the Hand that holds all things together He doesn’t cling doesn’t demand His love is the open sky Infinite A constant, even in the fading light Because He is the safety Not a borrowed warmth A light that won’t extinguish And in His holding true peace The truest reward isn't in holding on but in releasing Letting the stars burn, let the moments pass Finding sanctuary not in a hand but in the Hand that holds all things together
