Your Touch
Your touch, you see, is precious to me,
I only feel for you.
It’s more than the feeling of flesh,
you touch me in a multitude of ways.
You put your fingers in my hair,
and I tingle every time.
You put your hand upon my hand,
a sensation so sublime.
Sometimes it’s unconscious,
we reach for the one we love.
More often it’s intentional,
we bump, brush or rub.
Your touch is also invisible,
a feeling I have inside.
You’ve touched me emotionally,
impossible for me to hide.
Your life is touching mine,
influencing me every day.
Our individual colors blending,
a masterpiece bouquet.
Your touch has sway over me,
only God has more.
I bend my knees to Him,
but my heart is yours.
This is the collection’s most theologically complete poem and arguably its most profound. Scott takes the sense of touch established in I Sense You and explores it across every dimension — the physical specificity of fingers in hair and hand upon hand, the invisible emotional touch that cannot be hidden, the influence of one life touching another daily, and the ultimate theological ordering of a man’s deepest devotions. The closing stanza — only God has more sway, I bend my knees to Him but my heart is yours — is the most precise and most honest statement of faith and love in either collection.
I wrote this poem because I wanted to be honest about what Priya’s touch means to me — not just physically but in every way a person can be touched by another. The invisible touch is real. She has reached places in me that I did not know were reachable. The final stanza took courage to write because it required naming exactly where God stands and exactly where Priya stands without dishonoring either. I believe I got it right. I bend my knees to Him. My heart is hers. Both are true simultaneously and without contradiction.