© 2016 Barbara Grace Lake

 

For every one who fails to see
For each of us who walk in strife
A window waits to open out
Upon a larger life

If every one’s perceived control
Is narrow vistas, realms of time
A marble bust of inner self
Sits mutely, vainly mime

But if we’d ever deign to have
The richness, fullness meant for life
Throw up those blinding window shades
And join the larger life.