I swing vainly
And hit nothing
Grasping for something I cannot grasp
Seeking for something I cannot see
And all the while it stares back
Laughing right at me
I reach desperately
But touch nothing
Hoping to feel its power
Wishing to see its glory
But all the while it bobs and weaves
Leaving me ashamed
Like a child at a party
Everyone’s having fun
I swing the stick
Blind-folded and handicapped
And the candy-filled man
Laughs at me
As I crumple in embarrassment
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This has really touched me, as I read it over and over and put it in my favorites. I think that perhaps my grown son feels this way sometimes when I visit him at the mental health center. Then I think too, it discribes the way I feel. Today was one of those days, and I too walked away feeling like a lonely child. I was waiting for something tonight. I was not sure how it would come, how God would visit with me. I will continue to be with my son, again and again. Sometimes the lonely child is away, and we start over again.
Good night brother. God bless your writings.
