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The Window

THE WINDOW



The window is broken, its glass shattered.
Here we are! Exposed to the Southern storm -
Strong winds approaching, how will we feel warm?
To be thus unsheltered, have we not erred?
Why have we not seen, why have we not heard
When daily preachers preach and mothers warn?
The night is bitter, when will it be dawn?
Yearning for Your light, why is vision blurred?


Though cracked and fractured, the frame still remains.
Proof that our hearts can be redressed, repaired,
And hearken to You preach, counsel and warn.
Lord, may the glass be restored free of stains,
May the soul be upright, ready, prepared
To face the wild tempest that blinds the morn!



- Maryam Kaleem
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