A hand reached out from heaven,
It strove to touch my head;
Then I was just eleven
And I ducked and turned and fled.
When I grew up to seventeen
I lost the light of day,
The sky of blue, the earth of green,
And strayed into the gray.
The gray was pleasing for a while;
The pleasures of twilight
Were serpents coiled with a smile
To strike with lethal bite.
I groped to escape from the fang,
I stumbled through the gloom,
Clutched at the celestial hand
And saved me from my doom.
This poem appeals to both religious believers and non-believers. For is all love not a hand reaching out from heaven, no matter our age, or from whom it comes? It certainly can be construed that way, and I like that. Love is the great healer that we all need throughout life. Beautiful poem.
The struggles of live the hand that reaches to save. A wonderful write. Patricia
The flow was very very good with lots of imagery shown within your words a powerful poem. cecil
Very dramatically written, Tan, the situation of being imprisoned and caught into something does not want to be, and yet be freed from it by celestial hand. Very beautiful. THanks for sharing. Please keep on writing.
HI. I just read your poem. It made me remember Wordsworth's poem Immortality Ode and also the myth of Tiresias. There was a flow of growing up in the poem that i liked. Best wishes
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A powerfully and personally descriptive illustration that throughout life we have choices to make. To walk in the light, or choose the darker path. He who created light knows that our fulfillment can only ever be found in the light, and He also knows what types of serpents hide in the darkness. Well done, Tan. Another fine poem. NB :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful write. The serpent is always there ready to strike at any age. God hand is upon us, Enjoyed it.