Reach

2004

I have held the stars
And touched with fingertip the moon;
I have known the wind of destiny,
And I have stumbled in the dust.
Dropped from sky to sand,
And then flown back again.

In it all my maker's touch,
The draw of love immortal --
The life within the hand --
The sallow glow of earth,
Beauty weeping in its song.
I am called to more,
But called to wait.

Where is the balance
Between this hope and trust?
Am I to hold Orion's sword,
Fighting, ready, waiting only for the sign?
Or am I to take the road marked there in dirt,
Seeking treasures others miss?
Do I leave my home to make another,
Or, scorning all lesser welcomings,
Stand strong in faith that I am here?

If I go, I lose my heart.
If I stay, I lose my mind.

I cannot tell.