A Window To Look Through - by B.G. Jett

A Window To Look Through" by Brian G. Jett (HCI Publishing, 2006)

~A Window To Look Through~


She watches through her window, her little girl at play
Memories flood back to her childhood, of her yesterdays

As she tucks her gift into bed, and kisses her precious face
She says a prayer of protection, "Lord keep my child safe."

And as days turn months into years, she sees her little girl grow
She begins to realize that a time will come, the time when she must let go

Suddenly she hears a gentle voice-- saying, "No greater love is this,
Than what you've done for your little girl, go seal it with a kiss."

"Honey I want to kiss your face, but I know I can't by phone
While looking through your bedroom window, I began to feel alone."

"So many days through this very window, I'd watch you laugh and play
And I can almost see you tucked in bed, on those nights we'd talk and pray."

"Mom," her daughter uttered, "There's something I want to say...
You may not know how many times, I saw you watch me play."

"That window that you're looking through, is the same one God looked in
He saw you by my bed each night, when you'd tenderly tuck me in."

"So mom please don't feel all alone, you know I'll always be there...
Just like God is with you now, no matter the time, or place or where."

Her mother paused and then replied, "Sweetheart I know you're right...
You're grown, married and have a child, that you now tuck in at night."

"Mom, I better go now, I have some things I better do."
Her mom replied, "I know it dear, you've got a window to look through."
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by Brian G. Jett ©-1999

~Before You Left The Womb~

~Before You Left The Womb~


I loved you my little angel, before you knew your time on earth…
I treasured you in your mother’s womb, crying joy’s tears at your birth

I adored your giggle and tiny toes, when your diaper I would change
I held you tight and prayed each night, and your mother did the same

My eyes lit up when you first spoke up, your first “Daddy” and “Mama” too…
Your inquisitive smile, those pretty big eyes, from infant to walking shoes

I watched you grow and play in the snow, your red cheeks, the mittens and gloves
A daddy’s girl with bows and curls, your kind kisses and goodnight hugs…

I could write until dawn of rhymes and songs, of “Humpty” and “The Man On The Moon”
But I’ll stop for now and pray you’ll know somehow, that daddy loved you before you left the womb…

~Shame and Pride, Once side by Side~

~Shame and Pride, Once side by Side~

The meek, the mild, the timid masses, all so very tame
In a cold thistle’s cover, oft mute abutting empty shame
From hopes to fears to faith, and ‘rounding all over again
Nary silent by breadth of thicket, merely the doubter’s hand
Whilst dreams for freedom’s joyful calm, bellow for level play
Scarcely than feigning shadows, caught parched in yesterdays
‘Til now, the brawny of mind and nerve, the courageously fine of heart
These, too, of restless mood clutch hope, that the meekly tame dare start
This heat and toil, so weary from weight, these brave ones also beg
Asking for what the thistle’s seize, what the meek and mild dread
The meek and those most mighty, in truth seeking at end the same
Their lots in life as given, both keen for quick exchange
But freedom comes, in fact and deed, by balancing of proper rest
Both shame and pride, once side by side, blood brothers - Comparison’s Test

October 31: © 2008 – by Brian G. Jett