A big IF
If I turn my back on the vastness,
shade my eyes from infinite sky,
ignore the shingled tingled
feeling at my feet;
If my hands could touch another’s
for safekeeping, or could fly,
despite all troubled struggle
life would be complete.
Outstretched hands are but a breath away
and the water is not deep,
and all that quaking shaking
fearfulness will keep.
If I turn my back on the vastness,
shade my eyes from infinite sky,
ignore the shingled tingled
feeling at my feet;
If my hands could touch another’s
for safekeeping, or could fly,
despite all troubled struggle
life would be complete.
Outstretched hands are but a breath away
and the water is not deep,
and all that quaking shaking
fearfulness will keep.
2 comments:
It is amazing how much your photos further illustrate your poetry. The child's hands held as they are hint at doubt, fear and yet the desire to fly. I laughed at first to see him in such oversized pants, but sometimes we too are too little for our britches when we limit God to our size.
I must remember to come here more often! This is adorable! Another success from the Wallis pen!
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