The Kite Poem by Peter Hall

I had an emotional dream last night
I was teaching my Grandson to fly a kite.

It flew so high till it was unseen
I gave him the rope at the start of the dream.

He asked me 'does God really live up there? '
As the kite floated higher into the air.

He said 'how can I know the things He says
And how can I know He has my requests? '

I looked to him with a Grandfather's care
And said 'you can always know He's there.

As the rope tugs your finger though the kite is afar
You know He's there by the tug on your heart.