Will You Catch Me

If I should reach out, will you take my hand,
and hold me ‘til I reach that promised land?
Will you stay with me after tears have dried,
and close these lids the moment I have died?
Might you remain for just a moment more,
shall I but falter, tumbling to earth’s floor?

While curled up gently sobbing on this floor,
my friend, will you still stroke my weary hand,
meet my eyes’ gaze, convince me there is more
to living, loving - feet upon this land?
My soul embraced the darkness when it died
as wells once full had emptied, nearly dried.

Within these walls where fountains had run dry,
my love had left me trembling on the floor
with haunted mem’ries; left alone to die.
Yet as I tried to swathe these bleeding hands,
I hoped and prayed that I might safely land
where love abides, for I believed in more.

Such fortitude I trusted would bring more
to sate a thirst that left lips parched and dry;
for in my dreams, I soared across this land,
not stumbling, falling, ever on the floor.
To Him I cried, and reached with heart and hand,
“Please show me, teach me. Speak, before I die.”

Though heartache lingers, Love has never died, 
for long, dark paths contain some light; what’s more,
I now believe He lends a sturdy hand
when hope has gone and springs have all but dried.
He finds us crawling, spent, upon the floor;
provides a map, helps navigate this land.

I must admit, inspired thoughts would land
upon this heart, but frightened, each had died.
My soul kept getting trampled to the floor…
each time I gave, each time they took some more.
No longer will tears drown before they’ve dried;
I reach out swiftly, firmly grasp His hand…

And I will land in strong arms ever more!
Despite death’s grasp, Love’s well will never dry,
And crawling floors oft guides us to His hand.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Hoffman Avatar
January 20, 2023 at 5:38 AM
Congrats on your winning poem. I love the emotion and heartfelt vibes. Beautifully written, my friend.
There Avatar
January 20, 2023 at 10:08 PM
Thank you very much, Franci. I appreciate your kind words : )
Richmond Avatar
January 18, 2023 at 6:34 AM
Beautiful poem. Very hopeful and comforting. As a believer in God I interpret the strong to mean the hand of God. Thanks for sharing your poetry with the world.
There Avatar
January 20, 2023 at 10:05 PM
Thank you so much, David. I like that interpretation : ) I appreciate your kindness.
Duncan Avatar
January 17, 2023 at 7:03 PM
Congrats on your win. Yes God is always there :)
There Avatar
January 20, 2023 at 10:02 PM
Thank you, Debbie! I agree : )
Na Avatar
December 15, 2019 at 12:12 AM
Congrats on your winning Poem H.T.
There Avatar
December 15, 2019 at 7:19 PM
Thank you so much, Gregory! So pleased for the placement and your visit to congratulate :)
De Beaulieu Avatar
November 11, 2019 at 6:22 PM
Hello,Hello There, God is always with us and he will guide our hand. have a nice evening my friend.
There Avatar
November 12, 2019 at 4:39 PM
Thank you so much for your sweet reply, Darlene ~ take care!
Theraven Avatar
October 27, 2019 at 7:32 PM
Hello Hello, Your words left the page in a sorrowful, melancholy state until brightening in the ending envoy. FV is good company still. -Richard
There Avatar
October 28, 2019 at 9:01 AM
Thank you so much for checking this one out, Richard. I appreciate it...
Warrior Avatar
October 25, 2019 at 10:44 PM
(((WoWsers!)))...excellent execution HT...a fav my friend...^WW^ :o)
There Avatar
October 25, 2019 at 11:10 PM
Wow! Thank you so much ^WW^ for the kind words and honor ~
Lamoureux Avatar
October 25, 2019 at 10:34 PM
A lot of thought and effort went into this moving piece. You expressed sadness in a beautiful way.
There Avatar
October 25, 2019 at 11:09 PM
Thank you so much, Richard...
Green Avatar
October 25, 2019 at 7:53 AM
This lonely and reaching poem really touched my heart this morning, the musical accompaniment is perfect for the forlorn feeling that floats through your lines. Though the main question that is asked to me is, if I fall, will you catch me? Well my friend, I can tell you there are many here with the arms open if that ever happens. Your poem was as beautiful as it was touching. Wonderfully written.
There Avatar
October 25, 2019 at 3:42 PM
I've changed its title to reflect this question. Trying it on for size, my friend...
There Avatar
October 25, 2019 at 1:21 PM
What a kindhearted and generous thing to say, Chris ~ thank you so very much <3 And thank you, too, for your lovely comments on the poem. I am really glad you liked this deeper piece ~
Pandit Avatar
October 25, 2019 at 6:36 AM
A powerful look back HT..every word does indeed reach out in a splendid dialogue with the past and endeavors to move on...a FAVE for me, HT.
There Avatar
October 25, 2019 at 1:18 PM
Thank you so very much, Vijay ~ I'm thrilled you enjoyed this piece enough to add to your favorites <3
Messina Avatar
October 24, 2019 at 11:12 PM
Superb writing, H.T. Very well done. ~Charlie
There Avatar
October 24, 2019 at 11:40 PM
Thank you so much, Charlie ~ I really appreciate it :)
Wolf Avatar
October 24, 2019 at 9:33 PM
What a remarkable sestina this is! I am FAVING it, and will return to it again and again. Bravo! ~ Gershon
There Avatar
October 24, 2019 at 10:42 PM
Wow, thank you sooooo much, Gershon ~ that means the world to me :)
Adams Avatar
October 24, 2019 at 8:29 PM
this is powerful my friend...i would lend a hand to help a friend, because i have been in this place...it's lonely...i think we all have broken pieces that need picked up more than we care to admit...i love this one... hugs
There Avatar
October 26, 2019 at 9:30 PM
Thank you so much, Sandy <3 hugs ~
Adams Avatar
October 25, 2019 at 5:07 AM
Sestinas are not easy... I’d say it was worth the wait ...it is excellent ... hugs
There Avatar
October 24, 2019 at 9:16 PM
Thank you, Sandy... This piece has lingered about for several years, never perfectly in sync in form or meaning. Today, I felt inspired to rework it, finally left with a piece (and a time, perhaps), I can call finished... hugs <3
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