There are things within our lives that we can never touch,
The ribbons of a rainbow, dreams and prayers we'll never clutch.
The magic in a joyous heart on a starry night,
The golden hues that spread over the land with the morning light.
The melody within a song that floats upon the air,
The laughter of a little one and all our hopes and cares.
For long ago, when I was small, I heard a story told,
The most precious things we cannot touch, only angels can hold.
And when an angel returns to Heaven and shows what's in his hands,
God sees the best in all of us, for only a Father understands.
Teresa Stairs Dennis 123104