Caught

Wanting to understand Listening to the words Not knowing Understanding the pain Understanding the loss I just listen to the wind It moves through me like the breath of God It moves over me like an artists’ brush It runs through my hair Flows through my soul And leaves with a whisper Like she never visited at all Just be on…there is love Alone with my thoughts It is love that graces me That moves me Causing feelings to rise To emerge Wanting to pass through Getting caught in my throat Why do I hang on so Allow to rise Time heals That which is broken within (That which flowed through while listening to Alcatraz by Hey Rosetta)