The Windows Of My Soul
Four windows we have so the shrink-woman says
To see deep into what we’re about
The first is the clearest and best one by far
Shows our souls from within and without.
Second window’s peculiar without any doubt
Clear to us is our soul seen within.
From the outside all others are blind as a bat
Viewing motives as sinister sin.
Third window draws anger, although they are right –
Outsiders can see clearly in.
We are blind to our motives and selfish delight
Transparent to all, save within.
Window four is a dark pane that's baffling to all –
Here within and those outside the pale –
For neither one sees us, our acts great or small,
But God sees us – some dust in a pail.