A Window Person

A Window Person short poem

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She offers far greater potential than the frame upon which she attaches
She is flexible, agreeable, and delights to be covered, opened, or closed
She provides a reality far and above her surrounding strong walls

If you should decide to uncover her, she will light up your world
If you desire to open her, she will comfort you with cool breezes
Even if you wish to close her, she will agree to give you privacy

Mirrors will aid and assist, but mirrors will never sustain or satisfy you
But if it is privacy alone that you seek, you need walls and not windows
If it is your world alone you desire, you need mirrors, and not windows
If “your point of view” is all that matters, you have no need of windows

But if you care about what’s out there, and how others see and feel
If you long to share, to touch the souls of others, to give, to help, to heal
If the tool of your trade is transparency, and you have no need for a shield

You are a window person, and your heart has been touched by the almighty
You’ve heard sounds, seen visions, and you cannot be retained behind walls
You uncovered and opened the window; you felt the breeze of the almighty
You are free from mirrors, and like god, through windows, you seek to love.

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I am a retired minister and the husband of Barbara for 42 years. We reside in Sacramento ,Ca. We have two sons and a daughter, and we are the proud grandparents of 6 children.
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Wonderful! if only all of us could become that ‘window person’.


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