Life goes on, outside my window.
Even though I sit in my desk chair
Waiting for the phone to ring to
Show me that there is life
Outside this office,
I know I am not alone as I
Watch a yellow truck drive
Past the glass doors that
Hold me inside this fluorescent office
Filled with people
Working busily at grey desks I cannot see.
Trees shake in small gusts of
Wind that I cannot feel.
People, only yards away,
Greet each other, never noticing that
I am here.
The world outside is alive;
I am not a part of it.
I see but cannot touch or feel the
Air, the very breath of God that
Moves every bird and every leaf that
If only I could leap through my
Glass bars are cold steel,
Freedom of the sky unreachable.
How can one pane of glass
Prevent me from smelling the air,
Feeling its warmth
Brush against my skin?
How different the world is
When I look from the inside out!
I close my eyes and
Imagine for a moment
There is no office, no ringing phones,
No noisy little cars, no street signs
Staring into space, directing traffic blind.
I open my eyes,
Staring out at open fields, a cloudless
Sky, golden grass that
Bends in the wind.
An open window stands
Before me and I hear music--
Wind blowing through the grass,
Water sliding over rocks in a bed where
Fishes lay and rest
Beneath the shade of a nameless tree.
I step through the window,
No longer apart from the world.
I am here, and I
Breathe deeply, rich, silky scents of
Honeysuckle flowers arousing my senses.
I lie in the grass, the sun
Warming my body beneath an
My mind, free now, relaxes;
Thoughts become moving pictures randomly
Drifting in defined paths--
Stories, dreams, needs.
Silence, disturbed by a noise, the phone
An invader shattering my dreams like
The office window that never opens.
Blue, red, white, gold, grey cars
Drive by, unaware of my glance, of
My need for escape from a
Desk and all the work it gives to me.
Each minute that passes on my silver
Watch is time away from you,
Minutes that last forever.
Time feels the same to me--
Depthless, eternal, unfeeling.
It has no meaning for me,
No control over me, yet
Only time will bring you
Perhaps one day I shall
Look outside my window and
Perhaps one day I will be
Waiting for you on the other side...
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