in the eye of the needle / the camel's selah

i hold my treasures
the things i long to embrace most tightly
in o p e n hands.

tenacious faith
trembling courage
fear unparalleled

knowing that if i tighten my grip...

something precious crumbles and s
                                                  l
                                                     i
                                                        p
                                                            s like sand
between my fingers
forever beyond my grasp
dead in the dust.

i hold my treasures
in open hands
hoping
the capricious wind will not snatch them away.
hoping
those i treasure won't j u
                                     m p headlong
from my hands
vanish into the d i s   t     a      n       c        e.

praying
that the Giver will
graciously allow me
to cherish them
until time's heart is still
                              silent
                              cold.

i hold His gifts
(my treasures)
as He holds
                  me....
                           ....in o p e n hands.