Every home
has a window
but walls
can hold so much
There are faces
never seen
voices unspoken
I see sky invade
shifting clouds to mirrors
sunbeams turn glass to jewels
homes are shining
But who sees through the gleam?
Who perceives beyond the wall?
Who knows the tales behind windows?
Written after a long illness, being aware of how the world was still moving outside my window when my life was feeling very still and weak, and no-one passing by knew what I was going through. Made me wonder just how much suffering of all kinds goes on behind windows and closed doors - and no-one ever sees beyond the sunlight reflected in pretty windows. There is so much we never see.
