They say the eyes are windows to the soul,
But they are also windows to the world.
We can peer through the fog-covered glass,
Closed-minded veils blocking our view as the world parades past,
Or we can wipe away the fog, trails of misty condensation dripping down, revealing views of hope and love.
We can open our minds, be receptive to dialogue, to change, to beauty,
Our windows clear and shining, beacons of light.
The view is heartbreakingly lovely. Can you see it?