Winter Windows
It was the Winter windows
That sold us this house
This house of emptiness
That flooded the bareness
With a warm glaze
all over the floors,
up the walls,
painting my skin
As if to say you belong here
in the emptiness,
in the nakedness
in the holy radiance
of grief
Where the windows whispered
With their translucence
You are welcome here
in your dissolution
in your luminosity
in your shy flickering
Of Winter
It was the Winter windows
That sold us this house
This house of emptiness
As if to say Yes! You can live here
With your bareness
Your hollowness
Your curious blankness
Of starting life over
We will shine upon you
With gentlest of light
With no expectations
of filling the void
We will shine upon you
With gentlest of light
With forgiveness
Of what’s been lost
We will shine upon you
With gentlest of light
With acceptance
Of what is
We will shine upon you
With gentlest of light
With enthusiasm
of your nothingness
As if the Winter windows
that sold us this house
Became the stained glass of a cathedral
As if the windows
Already knew
The gift of their translucency
That would wrap me up
In the hallowedness
In the empty radiance,
That somewhere, unseen
In the vacuum of my private loss
Lived the expansion of the holy—
The sensation of the warm
glaze of Universal LOVE
Painting all over my skin
Blessed be.
