SOUL SEARCHING
When the blinds are lifted
And the sun’s impious glare,
Bears down and hits the window of my soul.
I take a step back, no, I take two,
And look inwards for a moment, pausing to think through,
Introspective moments arise and
I know I’ve not lived it up in my very own eyes.
I’ve fallen short; I’m naked and very ashamed.
But then there’s always a ray of hope
That finds it’s way in,
Through the folds in the curtains of
That window in my soul;
Piercing the darkness,
Driving it back,
Chasing it away,
Pursuing it into the corners,
Dispelling it out the doors,
And suddenly I might be naked but not at all ashamed.
And the sun’s impious glare,
Bears down and hits the window of my soul.
I take a step back, no, I take two,
And look inwards for a moment, pausing to think through,
Introspective moments arise and
I know I’ve not lived it up in my very own eyes.
I’ve fallen short; I’m naked and very ashamed.
But then there’s always a ray of hope
That finds it’s way in,
Through the folds in the curtains of
That window in my soul;
Piercing the darkness,
Driving it back,
Chasing it away,
Pursuing it into the corners,
Dispelling it out the doors,
And suddenly I might be naked but not at all ashamed.
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