Our Grip Weakens

When getting a physical,
the doctor may test
the strength of our grip
to measure aging and health.

Yet whether we are young or old,
fit or beginning to fail,
there’s something good happening
when we slowly release
all the fear and uncertainty
we’ve been desperately clutching
and clinging to for survival.

As our ability to break rocks
and hurl stones diminishes,
we may begin to feel something new,
                  something softer emerging
in the palms of our hands.

We grip and grind our way through life
until grace arrives asking us
                  to let go.

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This poem was written on November 29, 2025.