Window Pain
Glimpses through windows
At the big world beyond
Such a narrow, finite view
No wonder we panic, and stress, and wonder
What comes next?
Where to go?
With only a tiny expanse to guide us
But if my eyes stop straining
Always scanning for more
Perhaps I could rest
Content
In the birds flitting on trees
And the leaves swaying in the breeze
I’d love to see the efforts of your poem in the comments below! I understand that these are first drafts and I hope you offer my humble words the same grace!
Remember, Keep Showing Up!
“Such a narrow, finite view”…so true, because God knows that’s all we can handle for today. I love yet another of your poems!
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Thank you 😀 And yes, that is very wise of God and of you for noticing. I’m so glad you liked it 😀 Thanks for reading! xoxo
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