Look inside my window. Listen to my prayers. The louder it gets outside, the quieter it gets in me. The more frightening it is beyond, the safer it is inside. The more fear that surrounds me, the more peace I will feel in the sacred part of me, the part inside. Help me to not look outside for the things I need, but to look within me, through my window, into my strengthening, gathering swirling spark inside. Who can I whisper the secrets of life, the story of the God who lives inside of me, more powerful than anything in the exterior world?
Look inside of my window, and see your own, where peace lives and the angels tell us to give thanks for life, every single minute that it remains to us.