We reach.
God knows we reach.
We know we reach.
We can’t help but reach.
Whichever direction we choose,
We pull the whole world with us.

Every reach creates.
When the inside of us is dormant,
Feels dormant,
It is needing to reach.
It is waiting for the reach that is not done with arms
Nor with any blood-filled part;
Not the blood-filled heart,
But with the heart that has never died.

When we reach so,
We pull the whole world with us.
The whole world is created
Because God is reaching
And we can’t help but reach.
When we reach, we awaken,
We are God, we create,
And we pull the whole world with us.