This is pretty late for a Three Word Wednesday post, but I've been sick this week (really, I've been off-and-on sick since Thanksgiving), so I'm thinking through a haze of generic Nyquil. Anyway, here you go, such as it is. I think I can tighten it up later. Three words were abrasive, loss, handful.
Handfuls
Abrasive days have ground
me into the dust, yet somehow
sharp edges remain.
If God would explain
this toiling path, supposed divine
plan to make heaven mine—
I’ve no ready answers. I can
only guess, or stiffly stand
and shake defiant fists, or make
peace with my lot, take
whatever comes, gain or loss,
as handfuls of grace.
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