Windows

For some of us, it is music, different styles and kinds, to be sure, but music is the key. For others, it is deep prayer and meditation. Or, for those of us who are drawn to the deep places of the Spirit by visual experience, it is a walk through the grandeur of nature. Or, as I suggest here, the window through which we catch a glimpse of the Spirit is hanging on our walls or resting on our shelves. Works of art. Paintings, sculpture, photographs; they draw us to the Deep.

Windows

The move is done.
I am here.
My new home glistens with fresh
paint, fluffy carpets.
The boxes are gone.
Stress has subsided.
The smell of fresh coffee
is perfume as it weaves its way
from room to room.

Only one thing remains to be done.
I must have windows.
What is life in a windowless compartment?
And there in the corner they are stacked, my windows to the world,
portholes to exotic journeys,
simple snapshots made sacred by time.

With care and affection, I place each
one. Some alone. Some in clusters.
And when in place, light shines through them, each one.

See. The streets of Paris after a light rain. Or this one, ski slopes in Colorado.
Here is my family. Uncle George always “posed” for the camera.
The rivers. The mountains. The faces.
Windows into the world, my world.

The coffee tastes even better as I
pause before each window
and look into myself.

Windows, whatever they are for you, are portals to the Presence. Make time today to look through your windows. Press on to your encounter with The Spirit. Today is another chapter in your sacred journey.