Of impossible things I wonder, I dream.

What of the stars that fade,

And those eyes that gleam?

 

A manís heart boasts of pride,

Then breaks for a love.

What else occurs, without

Such things to dream of?

 

Is space so close

And the oceans so shallow,

That lifeís look is but

A walk to the gallows?

 

Who reaches me?

Who can make me liable?

 

I find my place,

When I reach for the Bible.

                                                                                 

                        Selah   

When I Reach by Ronhales                                                                                                                                                 John 1:1

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