Frosted Glass

Frosted Glass

 

The wind beats against a cold window,

A chill none has known.

Protected not from its wrath,

Nor the things it lacks.

 

Frosted glass, with tiny beads

Descending along its surface length,

As a tear which never meets its end,

Its reach never spent.

 

Its purpose is to let in the sunshine,

Filling a room with light.

Cascading ribbons of color

Where darkness is no more.

 

Frosted glass hides for a time

The beauty on the other side,

And though many fail to see,

The light still burns brightly.

 

An outward chance

Of an inward stance.

Needing to be seen--

Needing simply to be.

 

Though the winds of life rage,

There is a light to shine the way.

If ever you need help, just ask,

For the light penetrates even frosted glass.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful and needed words dear Melinda.
"Though the winds of life rage,
There is a light to shine the way.
If ever you need help, just ask,
For the light penetrates even frosted glass."
The above lines. Hopeful. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[andrew mitchell]

i saw this write as where there is hope there is a chance always be it blurred.

[Melinda McQueen]

Thank you for reading. God bless.

[Valentine]

His light is always there for us to see. Valentine

[Melinda McQueen]

Yes it is. He is amazing.

[wordman]

i have one called a single tear,i would like you to read it..

[Melinda McQueen]

Ok I'll read!

[wordman]

wonderful use of metaphors,i think your soul might be the glass and the water of course is tears,searching for the warmth of god,the light

[Melinda McQueen]

Yes,exactly! Thank you so much.