Poem December 8, 1973 Issue

REACHING OUT

Carolyn Wardlaw

Oh, how I remember that day!
Yes, I was reaching out,
Wildly, desperately, reaching out.
Looking earnestly for myself,
Looking for answers,
Looking for God, Love.

When there, there on the ground
Was the shadow of a dove.
Yet, I wanted no part of a shadow.
So where, where is the dove?
Please, where is the dove?
And from within, a voice said,
"Go away, go away, away...."
"But no," I persisted, "I want the dove."

This time another voice from within said,
"Look! Look up!"
And with a weary glance upward,
I saw it! And knew,
I have always had it, and so have you!

Once more I looked up.
It was eternally floating free.
It is mine, and it is yours,
And it shall always be,
Forever floating free and
Lying in the everlasting arms of heaven.

Carolyn Wardlaw

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