Purity

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.