Window Shopping

The son through the window is just a prop, not the subject of the poem. :-)

The son through the window is just a prop, not the subject of the poem. 🙂

There are those who walk on by, not willing to sample the wares,

not willing to enter in and be a part;


when they look in our windows, they see disheveled shelves (or is that selves?),

grudges, priced to move quickly,

beautiful window dressings covering dirty, bitter hearts.

So they walk on by; and so would I


these are supposed to be



bride; but

it seems kingdom life is under self-rule, and

bowing down happens only on Sundays, sometimes.

And we wonder why there is no revival, why our truth-telling is ineffective.

Ah . . .

but it is effective,

and that’s why the world just walks on by.

About apronheadlilly

wife and mother, musician, composer / poet, teacher, and observer of the world, flawed Christ-follower
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7 Responses to Window Shopping

  1. Widow Beach says:

    Well, if we’re going to be real and authentic, people are going to see the flaws–including the self-centeredness. If they’re looking for both truth and perfection, I’ve not seen any shops or people selling that…

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