From My Window

From my window I gazed on a lily That was denied rain and sun, Always looking heavenward with trust, Pleading for mercy, but finding none From my window I watched a grieving bird, Strong gales swept over her nest, In vain, she called to her loving mate, Morning found his tattered wings at rest From my window I observed a woman, Lonely tears channelled her face, Every day she walked her path alone, Feeble and unsteady in her pace A reassuring word might sustain her, And as I hastened nearer It was only then I realized That I was looking in my mirror The slighted lily, the forsaken bird, How cunning the mind can be! My own pain, so cleverly disguised Fills my mirror, staring back at me From my window I watch life passing by, O, these eyes, how they've deceived! But blessed are they who cannot discern What is real from what is perceived