My God I need you.
My heart reaches out to the
tips of my fingers,
Longing wells from a depth
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Mary, i relate to this poem and was drawn in by my heart reaches out to you to the tips of my fingers. I have thought of myself many times with arms and hands extended like tree branches. I have something similar in my poem Refresh, O God. - glen kappy
Wonderful poem. For me, exactly how it feels when it's hard to connect. There are days like that. And they are OK. But I wish that gender did not rear its head. Perhaps it could be a poor person looking to feed a her family. That is the way I think of it. Thank you.