Soul Windows

What stood for ceilings, walls, and floors
transformed to windows, ports, and doors
when we discerned what would divide,
obstruct, confine, preclude, or hide.

Once-hidden light began to go
in all directions, high and low,
revealing sights and times unseen,
horizons and all things between.

The more we gazed, the more we found,
and we began to search around
through future moments, hours passed,
ephemera, what's meant to last.

Our souls were unbound, open, clear,
admitting views, what minds revere,
desire, dread, detest, or dream.
Then truth flowed freely like a stream.

Soul Windows © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: April 26, 2021