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GEORGIA B. SKAER

To-day a tiny window in a closèd house
Was opened.
A flood of pure, bright sunshine and cool wind
Sailed in,
Until the atmosphere
Of the whole place was changed.
So different from the close, confined, and stifling air
That had been there
Before the sash was raised!
And yet, outside,
The wind had all the time been present,
The sunlight too;
And window sill, wet with fresh dew
Of early morningtide,
Spoke of the limitless outdoors,
Which eagerly would seek the tiniest crack
To enter our domain,
If such an avenue were opened.
So like the light of Love,
And cooling winds of perfect peace!
They too would enter
Consciouness
If men would open up the door
So closely barred against the winds of understanding
And the fresh dew of God's availability.
Then would jaded sense respond,
And our domain, our mental home,
Become diffused with light
Until the whole
Was flooded o'er with a blest radiance,
And all the stifled air of our wrong thinking
Crowded out.

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