James H. Smith


I reach with all my being to touch
The soul that reaches for my heart
But in my reaching I must remember
Do not forget
The others with whom I also belong
Though my heart reaches most for one
Remember me now
Those who hold my hands
The ones to whom I lend an ear
We are a family
Family of the soul
May I remember always
One step or ten apart
Soul mates all, special each in their own
We are here to help those who are ours
And those to whom we belong
Pass, upon their labored way