The Window


There is a tiny window

Somewhere in your life

It could be in your attic

Behind that antique chest.

It could be covered in dirt

Far beneath the floorboards

Of your living.

It could be in your closet

Lounging behind the skeletons

That always linger there.

It could even be outside

In the branches of a tree

Or deep down in the ocean

The one that holds your tears.

Find that window

I know you can

Breathe on it softly

Clean it with your thumb.

Try and find the courage

To press your nose against the glass.

If you gaze with rapt intent

The soul of God will appear

Before your shining face.


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