Over desperation, grief and isolation,

Over fear, hatred and despair,

Over *******, uselessness and slumber,

On wings like eagles,
Oh! How we soar!

Through love you take me,
Where nothing will compare.

With one word,

"Father"

You bring me through the storm.

The ticking of a clock,
Oh! the warmth it brings.

The thoughts of a second past three
Overwhelm this small, bright being.

The red hand

F
          A
    L
L
         S

Continuous. And in any minute this day will end.

Until tomorrow. Yes. Tomorrow.
It will come again.

My heart's in pieces,

B
               R
       O
           K
                E
       N

Without soul

There is no way to tame the wind,
It is effortless and free
In its desire.

By some hidden map it chooses course,
With purpose, always forward
It goes onward.

The wind cares not of time nor distance,
Continuing ageless, timeless
It does not fail.

For every tear it has dried and continues,
Cooling anger, soothing souls
It's never ending.

In its path is makes changes undeniable,
Unaccountable and unexplainable
Purpose driven feat.

Storms rage over and lightning strikes, yet,
It continues, unceasing
A force unstoppable.

In these whispers we hear each word,

I am. I was. And I will be.

**God is in the gentle wind