I can touth the Earth which forever curves before me….



My hand is stretched in front of my face, I reach for the sun,

So close but how far away is incredible when really Imagined.

We can touch the rain, it falls far to where we are,

Touch the wind without seeing, it moves like a dance not seen.

We can touch the trees no matter how tall in the sky they be,

The mountains, they can be felt, not always touched in places untouchable.

We can touch the ocean, fire touched will surely burn but touched it can,

These things touched are a creation worth putting a hand upon.

It is that we may strive to touch the sky, to reach for a plane flying by,

Reach high and wish a hand touch that glowing moon in the night.

We can dream, maybe make them come true, we can’t touch the sun,

We can run…

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Author: Br Francis-Clare

Living in Maroubra Australia, Pastor,intrigued with the Concepts of other times, Carer for my wife Jessica. Simple web designer and Administrator; photographer, artist and theologian. Additionally Since the age of 17 I live with uncontrollable Epilepsy and Bipolar Affective Disorder with some Psychotic episodes, for the past 4 years, at least I have been bipolar depressed with no real excitement, periodic bouts of paranoia and other yuck.

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