Window of Life

I am gazing - out the window, And I see an Ivy, climbing to the sky, I see Humanity walking by, My window, I don't see love. I see seeds upon the ground - dead. Seeds of justice. I see a child holding ragged little arms up to Mother, and another, Walking in proud hatred. I see love passing by, walking into darkness Of death, awaiting in time. Aged weariness just befell my eye...beaten... Hoping for elation of death. Walk on...walk on. I see a dog in playful ignorance, Loving the Master, and the Master In wisdom, painfully loving back. I await eve- and night falls, entering my door - I wonder...tomorrow will I see more... From my window? Patricia Langston-Moran