Touches Poem by Kurt Hearth

How can I touch,
touch my God?
How many ways,
can my God touch me?

How can I see,
see Him with clarity?
How can my God,
in his world see me?

Along the paths I travel,
how can I tell?
My God walks with me?
What sign will He foretell?

When I reach out,
reach out through pain.
Will my God reach down,
take my pain, let me sustain?

How can I know,
when fear robs my sight?
Will my God really lead me,
‘til finally I depart the night?

Each creation I caress,
my God I touch lovingly.
Each prayer I find answered,
my God, has touched me.

When in darkness I grope,
His sun allows me to see.
I know in my heart,
my God never, lost sight of me.

Traveling my paths,
breezes ruffle each tree.
A sure sign my God tells me,
I walk not alone you see.

As I reach out, sightless and lost.
When I see a path open to me.
A warmth wraps my soul,
I’m sure, God caressed me you see.

When I am blinded by doubt,
cold fear has taken my sight.
He whispers to me, “I will lead you.”
I am sure, I’ll be led to His golden light.
27Jan09