Do we see the windows of the soul
Is it dark or is it whole
Wondering if the windows dressing
will keep its hold
Or fall inside a gaping hole
Will the light pierce through the darkness
And save the soul with all its brightness
Waging war against the blackness
That creeps in slowly to possess with gladness
Surrender your bodies as living temples
To the Spirit that is the prime example
Of the Trinity sent to the simple
With great power but is gentle
MARYANN BOSAH 