The 3 Windows

A grey heaviness blanketed the day

nothing looked normal nothing felt the same

A crashing sound of thunder followed flash of blinding light

tranquil space broken; first by sight, then by sound,

and then, as if to punctuate ownership of moment,

by fear creeping into mind

An eeriness accompanied familiar pattering, that usually on days gone by,

brought remembrance of comfort, and blankets cuddled with shared smiles

But today t'was somehow different, today the windows seemed to cry

Today the heaviness of raindrops sliding down translucent panes

mimicked the entrance to space within me, as tears released by pent up sadness,

moistened the wrinkles traced by time

Today the soul was darkened, by what once produced delight,

today the soul was frightened, through the windows into mind

today the depth was plumbed, and dormant fears were brought to bear

today the corridors were opened through the windows of the mind

But the Spirit knowing better, interrupted souls lament

shining light upon the darkness, speaking Truth into the lies,

bringing courage into fears where hope and healing never thrive

And as if from deep within me, but yet not of my own

a breath of wind flung panes wide open, offering assent to torrent's flow

and my tears all in agreement cleansed the passages of time

each one bearing distinct story, from long ago and recent past

reminding me that in this journey I have never walked alone