You know how soft the wind blows.
You feel unseen the air.
You close the winter windows
To escape being touched.
Frigid air spurs you to action
Yet dying hearts your soul’s ear ignores.
My hands and feet you cry out to be.
The cry of those you can reach ignored.

I love the words you speak in moments
I call clarity.
Your tears spring forth from the unbroken
Spots you hide. From Me you ask so often
From you purpose to show.
The pain, the lack, the wretched covering
Just a stone’s throw
Beyond the window that holds
Your purpose from your reach.