I reach constantly–hands outstretched.

I reach…

for my phone, but new messages elude me.

for her little hand, but she pulls away.

for the sky, but it laughs at my height.

for his heart and mind, but he closes them.

into the mailbox, and get mocked by junkmail.

deep inside to give it one more try.

But I’m tired.

Everything seems out of reach.

Too expensive.

Too enmeshed.

Too busy.

Too far away.

Too much.

Even the One who promises faithfulness forever in spite of my unfaithfulness seems out of reach.

The things I manage to grasp slip away.

I won’t stop trying though.

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