Windows
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Windows
Stained with rainbows
Etched in frost
Splashed with rain drops
Pressed with fingerprints-big and small
Some stand on their feet and reach to the ceiling
Others just a small circle of glass in a forgotten attic
Closed and cool as the snow falls
Wide-open and warm on sunny days
Protection against winds that howl and whistle
Shattering in sharp fragments with the thunk of a baseball
But all windows are here to illuminate. To not ignore the darkness, but scatter it with light. To allow us to peer out at the world and to allow the world to press it’s nose against the glass and watch us.
Stories are windows.
Stories illuminate life. Piercing through perceptions, igniting hidden dreams.
Stories tell us all that life was, and is, and can be, and is meant to be.
We need more windows in our houses and more stories in our world.