May 11, 2010 “Soul Windows…Sometimes”
These are the windows to my soul…
Sometimes, when I find myself alone
And the glazing is mostly gone…
Broken and shattered over the years.
Torn and tattered through rain and through tears.
The panes are empty places between the edges of a frame
The pains are still there…
In the spaces where faces were framed,
But now they’re just a name.
They blow through the hole in the soul of my life
Like a bristling Zephyr wind whistling in the blackness,
Cutting through me like the cold glint on the edge of a knife.
Weathered and worn by too many seasons and reasons for doubt.
The sash has become just a gash in my soul;
Everything else comes in while Life’s blood rushes out.