What hands can’t hold

Some things cannot be taken But they’re the things we cannot hold Oh when our world is shaking, quaking, we’re breaking We will hold to  what we deeply know Light bursting through the shadows Comes as we choose to see  The beauty amidst the ache Like mortar in a mosaic masterpiece Some things we’ll never fathom What ifs of what could be But may we hold to what we know We are loved and loved will always be Oh thatRead more