What do I hold in my hands,

perhaps fragments that remain,

fragments of hopes and dreams,

fragments of desires realised, and unrealised,

gifts and graces, storm tossed and transforming,

memories, good and bad,

wisdom, honed, but jagged in places,

regrets,

fears,

concerns,

these loom large at times,

but maybe they are merely fragments

of a life full of ups and downs,

of longings…

I ponder these things as I step into the future,

I hold in my hand all that I am,

have been,

and look for what will be…

what do I hold in my hand?

Perhaps it is potential,

taking these things,

and presenting them as an offering,

they are transformed like me,

what was is past, what will be awaits me…