A hand reached out from heaven, <br />It strove to touch my head; <br />Then I was just eleven <br />And I ducked and turned and fled. <br /> <br />When I grew up to seventeen <br />I lost the light of day, <br />The sky of blue, the earth of green, <br />And strayed into the gray. <br /> <br />The gray was pleasing for a while; <br />The pleasures of twilight <br />Were serpents coiled with a smile <br />To flash a lethal bite. <br /> <br />I groped to escape from the fang, <br />I stumbled through the gloom, <br />Clutched at the celestial hand <br />And saved me from my doom.<br /><br />Tan Pratonix<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-hand-reached-out-from-heaven/
