BEYOND MY REACH
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.
Thank you for reading.
On Mon, Feb 24, 2020 at 4:03 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
Always my pleasure