Saturday, 11 May 2013

Handfuls of Dust OR Overreach

By all means let’s reach for the stars…but be sure not to strive so hard that we miss what is under our noses.


Reaching for the stars,
only in lonely hours;
reaching for the moon,
only for hope gone

Reaching for a rainbow,
only in sorrow;
reaching for sunbeams,
only in daydreams

Reaching to pluck clouds
from the sky
only making us cry

Reaching to pluck birds
from the trees;
only songs on a breeze

Reaching out to people
in the street;
only sound, running feet

Reaching for imagination,
if only motivation…
reaching for redemption,
if only for salvation

Reaching for handfuls of dust;
only love, a must;
reaching for God’s heaven
if only…

[From: Accomplices To Illusion by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2007] 

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