A Pain Of Glass Poem by Richard Lee Stuver

As I walked through my life I saw her.
Such beauty, such compassion, such loveliness in her soul.
The dreams I had dreamed had come to life.
And I saw her.

My heart reached out and touched her.
She was real, not a dream!
My spirit leaped skyward and stayed there.
In reverence I thanked, for a prayer answered.

Dare I reach for her?
Dare I tempt fate and try to make my dream really mine?
Dare I forget the pains of the past and once again offer my hand?
I reached for her.

The pain pierced my spirit.
The heartache tore open my soul.
For between us was a crystal clear wall.
A wall it seemed only my heart could reach through.
A pane of glass.

I stumbled like a fumbling fool,
Running this way and that,
Reaching high, reaching low,
But NO. There was no way around it.

My spirit was disheartened.
My soul about to die.
But then I felt it.
A warmth, a tender touch, a love too divine to be real.

But from where did it come?
Who was the sender of this message of hope and of love?
I looked all around but in vain.
For there was no one but her, beyond the pane.

So why then this feeling?
Why this warmth and lightness to my soul?
I paused and felt it and realized,
Her heart had reached through and was holding my soul.

How can this be I cried?
Why can our hearts touch so, but I can't take her hand?
Why must I be tormented with so much love,
And not be able to be with her for whom it was meant?

But the peace it brought to me, and the love that I felt,
Was greater than any I had known,
And I knew, any I would ever know.
So I vowed to hold onto her heart and let her hold onto mine,
Forever, through the PAIN OF GLASS.