Poetry Poem: The Touch

Written by Liam

I think about this all day

I reflect about this all night

Where where where

Is it that I come from?

Where where where

Is it that we go to?

Then with the rising

At times too with the setting sun

My peaceful space is penetrated

Not by me or by you

It’s the finger of God which reaches in

Touching my heart

Illuminating my feelings

This might not be the answer or the solution

To where or why

But

I know now, what it will feel like when I get there

One day

Sooner or later.