I Reached Out

A special gentleman began corresponding with me, but took ill and seemed to disappear. He was absent for some time. When he returned, he wrote me the most beautiful poem; I will treasure it always. Needless to say, I was thrilled. I wrote this poem back to him in resonse, sharing my sadness at his absence and my joy at his return.

The rose photo is one of mine--posted especially for him.

The remaining photo is one someone sent me. I don't know it's origin. If anyone does, I will happily credit it. It's a lovely scene.

I Reached Out
©2008, Janet K. Poludniak

I reached to touch a canvas
but found the paint was wet.
I fear I smeared His art work;
it wasn't finished yet.
Will my touch be noticed
as others pass it by,
and will He try to fix it
before the paint is dry?

I reached out for a moon beam
across the breaking tide.
The moon dipped in the water
and something stirred inside:
"Why has my painted moon light
dipped down below the sea?
Has its golden glow gone out,
or just gone out for me?"

I walked the sandy sea shore
tears streaming down my face,
"How can one so distant
be felt 'cross time and space.
And though I've never met him,
there's comfort in his smile.
He writes with such sincerity
in classic, poet's style."

"I miss him when he's silent;
I can't begin to say . . . .
One day, he just appeared there,
then seemed to go away.
Much later, he returned again,
a poem within his heart.
This is my sad attempt to
reciprocate in part."

Story ID:	3873
Written by:	JANET KESSLER POLUDNIAK (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Organization:	JUST ME
Story type:	Poem
Location:	Cayuga NY USA
Year:	2008
Person:	for Keith