Reach & Release

Photo by Chasinghorizonsphotography

A Poem by Alexis Ragan

The day is new now,

and as I inhale Zöe

and exhale the world’s agenda,

I feel a weight released off

my restless chest.

As I effortlessly stretch

my hands to the broken sky,

I reach,

reach,

reach

to where the angels go

home, I thought, thinking

of Him, of living among the clouds —

when will we be caught up in them?

I wonder, maybe if I stretch farther,

deeper, longer, I might touch the

gates of heaven and encounter Christ.

My arms are practically flying now,

as I elongate my body to the breeze

and keep them there in the posture

of praise, raising my shoulders

and opening my palms, I am calmer now

with the realization that I will soon fly

to where my Father is, a celestial

place where pain will cease

and I will have released it all.