With my hand stretched to the sky I can’not touch the stars so high,
Nor the clouds, a falling star, or the sun going down.
The wind, I can’not grab hold, a bird in flight,
A dream in the night, never a yesterday.
Beyond my reach is not my dreams,
It is not that which i pray for.
The hand of god I can’not touch, in my heart I can surely take hold,
It is not hope, nor faith, it is not a tomorrow.
Beyond my reach are many things,
Beyond my reach is not everything.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
Thank you for dropping by my blog. Your poetry is incredible!
Hi Keith. Nice. Thank you for liking my poem The Cage! Peace and Best Wishes. The Foureyed Poet.
You’re welcome and thanks.
On Sun, Jun 7, 2015 at 8:38 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Reblogged this on THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN and commented:
Very deep. Excellent poem. Excellent thoughts.