It could be better with windows only,
Designed wide enough to let the moon’s rays seep in
The building with its innocence, like the heart of children,
Without shame, open and unprotected with no locks and doors,
And handles, hinges, and frames to give up,
To blot (transparent to) pain, tears, rain,
And the wind from coming in and hurting.
Life without doors is without fear
And weaknesses, and vulnerability, like God-
Spirited with love, giving, perfection, freedom, and no despair:
Windows will be where memories form,
Appears and diminishing when it slides
Like the darkness in the rising morning sun,
To reflect happiness and close our hurts.
