The View


The view outside a window
Is not always clear
Even if it’s totally clean
The window can distort
Like the window our soul looks out of
And yet the light shines through
Warming every darkened crevice
Every stale thought
Every dim view
That we might have
Covering us and filling us
With Warmth and Love
May we always feel
Light’s Promise and Hope
And never lose our way.

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4 comments on “The View

  1. I think we will always lose our way. It’s part of the deal of being human. But as you beautifully say here, beyond our thinking, there is light, forever present, and that’s hope, isn’t it? Presence. Thank you, Linda!

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