Who am I?

I am a reflection in a stormy pond,

A tune that is caught on the tongue,

            But has no words,

A finger pointing, pointing out, than turning in to point

            at a cowering figure.

 Two reaching, reaching hands, that reach for goals,

            and fail, then start to reach again, 

Two searching, searching eyes, that search within,         

            and catch a glimpse, as through a keyhole.

I am a flowing, flowing river, that rushes, stops, then flows again,

I am a mind that knows it is

            a jewel within the Father’s hand,

But sometimes, sometimes stops and wonders,

            if the heart knows this to.

I am a hope, a plan, a note,

            within a bigger song,

I am a start, a fresh beginning.

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