We need to perceive the Truth.
Yet, darkly we peer through the glass.
Clean me for use
Free me to serve
Lift me to reach
That I may wash windows for You.
Wrong doctrine obscures
Gray living besmears
Raw weather, it blurs
The pane on this side.
Provide a soft cloth—not abrasive
The vision to transcend the obstructive
And courage to rub for perfection
Till, through one clear corner,
Someone sees You.
from the book, Remembering Softly: A Life In Poems © 2016