I sit alone
by my window
watching as all things
and people
come to pass
me by.

Suddenly, He
walks down
the hill, in all
His glory. There
is music and light
all around Him.

I put my hand
to the window,
hoping to reach
Him, but all I
can ever touch
is the glass.

I always thought
I would do
anything
just to be
with Him – but,
with one hand
to the window, I don’t
do anything
at all.

He is the match
to start the candle
burning in the dark
recesses of my heart.

But, I hide behind
the window
and he walks away.