A hand reached out in time of need, Rain in time of drought. Fingers interlaced, accede, Bud blooms from planted seed. A hand reached out, come what may, In time of loss, of sorrow. Transfixed, hand in glove. To stay? Or would, once more, in time, away? A hand reached out, no more the poorer A descendent finding family. To face, to feel, to touch, be surer, With every waking hour. Purer? A hand reached out to touch the glass Through it could be seen the far horizon. ‘Twas a masterpiece from the past, It’s value translucent. Would it last? A hand reached out in time of need Sun in time of flood. Fingers interlaced, accede, The town survived, the rain recedes.