RWH (02/06/1981 / Springfield IL)

I Tried

I tried to touch the morning mist
To hold it in my hand
But through my fingers then it slipped
Like grains of golden sand.

I tried to reach the rainbow curved
Across the azure sky
Too far, too far beyond my grasp
Too high, too high, too high.

And then to see the smallest star
Full hidden in the night
My eyes could not yet capture this
So clouded was my sight.

I tried to hear the voice of God
To hear it in my mind
Then feel His love envelop me
But He I could not find.

I tried to touch, to reach, to see
To hear all that I sought
But nothing was there manifest
As all I found was naught.

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Comments (2)

love is like space, no matter how much you've experienced it, been in it traveled through it, we will NEVER have the ability to understand it. I love this poem 10 X +++++
Wow...That's some pretty profound writing there Rob! ! Nicely raise very good points! Hugs, Dee