Help me to come to you.
Hold me, give me your hand.
Look at me.
Without your help nothing can be done.
Without your help i can not step up
There are no steps.
I am in the air,
flying like birds, butterflies,
like a flight going up and up
through the blue-white skies.
Indescribable and seemingly never ending skies
I fly alone with the Lord.
Ican see you vague.
But how can i come close to you?
My heart wants to come to you.
I like to touch you.
I want to hold your loving hand
and spring like a little child.
Take me, come to me, give me your hand.
I am longing for you.
Friday, September 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life