Inspirational Christian Poem: "The Window"

About that window over there?"

I've peered through it many a day

From my place in this old chair;

I've seen diverse things, rain and shine,

As I gazed into this world:

Countless events and occasions,

Vast change and plans unfurled.

It's simply a single pane of glass

And rough oak formed into a frame,

So how can I connect wonder

To an object so mean and plain?

This house boasts various windows

Throughout its three spacious stories;

Thus, that window seems trite, indeed,

When compared to all life's glories.

It possesses no golden stained glass

Nor any ornate design;

Truly, it is as common

As any window you can find.

Well, the answer evaded me

For innumerable days and nights,

Until the truth fell upon me

While I pondered the soft street lights.

For from the bitter cold's shadows,

A pale little face appeared . . .

Its pained eyes meeting my own,

Revealing each phantom it feared.

The child was barely alive,

Near frozen from the harsh cold,

And one trained glimpse revealed to me

She was no more then six years old.

Raw pain impelled me out the door

As her limp body hit the snow!

I gently carried her inside

To the fire, warm and aglow.

I then wrapped her in a blanket

And held her very close to me,

My heart spouting wordless prayers

As I watched her urgently.

Her raspy breath soon steadied,

And a soft pink flushed her pale cheek.

Instantly, I fell to my knees,

So thankful that I became weak!

It's unclear how long I was like this

With my head bowed o'er her humbly,

But abruptly I was disturbed

By a sweet voice whispering to me,

"Hey, Mister . . . are you Jesus?

Can I live here always with you?"-

Her tiny hands tugging my beard

And clutching my evening robe, too.

My solemn lips sprang upward,

And a light laugh escaped my throat

When I explained who I was

To the angel in the threadbare coat.

At first she seemed disappointed

That I was only a human being,

But before long, her eyes lit up

And her voice turned thick with feeling,

"As I clawed through the darkness

On this lonely, frozen night,

I stumbled upon your window-

My only hope of warmth and light.

To me it was like a peek

Into heaven when I looked through,

And I felt so close to Jesus

When you held me so close to you!"

Now when I look at that window,

I cannot help but see myself

Because each of the Lord's servants

Are windows to God Himself.

For the Lord has destined us to be

A light unto the ends of the earth,

A portal through which all may see

God's love, not sin's evil mirth.

So, like that simple window

Of plain but effective design,

The more humble our lives are,

The brighter God's love will shine

As a beacon of mercy

To His lost and hungry children,

Guiding them to His Son's strong arms,

So He can carry them to Heaven.