Purity
-by Megan Amelotte
I lean against the window
take in the breeze, the air, the wind.
Its scent, its calming touch
calls out to me.
My soul recognizes the wind
and knows it as its own.
For the wind and my soul are the same,
pure, strong, crafted by God.
In the same way,
my soul knows music.
The God in me, my inner fiber,
hears the soulful sound in music
and knows it as pure.
My soul feels nature,
trees, flowers, grass,
and sees God’s craftsmanship
and sees it to be holy.
My eyes see the clouds, the sky,
the brilliant sunset.
The eyes of my heart, of my soul
look upon these with longing,
for they are genuine works of the Lord.
My eyes see humans, people,
and my soul sees them as God’s own,
sees them as good.
My soul sees no bad people,
for there are none,
only pure souls.
I look into the eyes of those I love
and our eyes are the opening
of our souls.
Through connection of glances
forms a connection of souls.
It is through eyes
that souls are touched.
