stop the clock and hold sweet serenity close to my heart.

today marks the day i draw the line and learn to let go.

i froze at the sharp prick that followed the ever-strong grip, with a chill shooting down my back. my heart seemed to enter a paper shredder going at tortoise pace when you uttered those words of denial. it drained me pale, bereft of hope.
i am resigned to the fact that you will never be the same again. the once twinkling eyes have lost the spark, leaving a layer of misty glazed disorientation. those hands of yours, once gentle, are now adept at briskly landing a thump on an unsuspecting victim. that love which once encompassed every single of us children seems to be fading as you regress into the past. the era where we 'kids' ceased to exist.

while life is winding bumpy road fraught with pitfalls and steep slopes, there are smooth paths too. sometimes so close they seem to occur almost simultaneously. it's as if a slight swerve grants a smooth journey minutes before we hit another pebble. and i was granted that momentary bliss with your great assurance that you'd stand by me through thick and thin - the epitome of a friend.

the following statement is so true, acting as a constant reminder that our lives should be a living testimony and not a mere facade. "At times we may feel that witnessing to others about our faith in Christ is a frightening task or a burdensome duty. But talking about a Friend whose presence and influence have transformed our lives helps us see it in a new light."

the advent of the junehols marks the second last lap of this race and upon completion, would render me one step closer to the finish line. this lap, albeit arduous would undoubtedly fuel a determination so great to power me up for the final sprint. and so, into your hands, i commit again.

If I had words to build a day for you,
I'd sing you a morning, golden and true.