I looked deep into a young women’s eyes,
she longed for love but knew it would never come.
She ached for decisions made that weren’t her own.
She cried inside.
I felt the deep emotion rise, of one who sees inside.
I felt the yearning heart of love, that lives above.
I felt the tears leak out my eyes, as for a moment,
She felt a sigh.
To sense that hope is more than words,
requires actions that aren’t absurd.
There is a mystery in Spirit’s wind, that feels like breath.
A moment comes, and walls come down,
She breathed again.
Author – Bill Tidsbury