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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Unfinished Spots

ctree winter sunDSC_0027 pmSpring is in my heart
I can feel it in my bones.
The winter sun burns a hole in me
I can feel the unfinished spots
Begin to melt
and run like icy water
Down my back
Out of my shoes
Back in the earth
Christening the birth
Of a new spring bud.
We are all footprints
Of each other
Born of the winter sun
& shaped by the mud.