Open Windows But No Doors
Sometimes there is great anticipation, And others merely apprehension;
One minute we bask in reflection, The next we’re drowning in tension.
Like a room of grey with many open windows, Is a well-tended home with no doors;
The dimensions of man are complex no doubt, Uncertainty and selfishness lie at the core.
Appearing most welcome and inviting, Yet only one can discern the truth;
Our own understandings are flawed, And our prejudices often uncouth.
Time proves yet again a loyal companion, Unveiling our eyes by removing the mask;
Discovering the line between deception and hope, Showing itself a most dreadful task.
If there is one thing that we know, It is the effort equals the reward;
But to surpass our own inconsistencies, We must seek motivation from the Lord.
Humility and forgiveness we are still learning, To seek the good of others above our own;
Though people are never what they may seem, We are each accountable for what we’ve sown.