We’re designed to worship through windows

Through windows we feel like we’re there

Like the one we’re worshiping truly knows

And sees us bowing through the glare

Every window a window to Heaven

Every scene is of God above

Every vision that we have been given

Is all about falling in love


Our windows are rarely transparent

Things float on the surface between

What we see is always more apparent

Than what the things seen really mean

Because all the windows are mirrors

Showing what we desire

Fun-housing the scene with our errors

And making our vision a liar


Everything you see is an icon

Do not look at it, look through

And know that there’s one on the inside

Who is looking back out at you

And what he sees is an icon

Himself looking from the mirror

Washing away the dirt caked on

And making it ever clearer


When someday all windows are opened

And all of the doors ever close

We will see the perfect perfectly

And be known as only God knows

But here we must keep our eyes open

Walk in the light of the day

Looking out of our icon windows

And climbing through as we pray

Kenneth O'Shaughnessy

Kenneth O'Shaughnessy

A Northerner by upbringing, Kenneth has lived in the South since his (first) college days. After returning to college, he began to do more than just dabble with writing, and has self-published a children's picture book, a middle-reader's book, and several collections of poetry. Baptized in the Roman Catholic church, raised in the fundamentalist Baptist church, and having spent time in the Reformed Baptist church, Kenneth settled down in the Eastern Orthodox church in 2006.

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