Don’t worry about the streaks on the windows
As you try and try to wipe them from your view.
They are really not that important you know
There are better things to think about and do.
Like maybe opening the Good Book
And letting God lead your fingers…on their walk.
Or maybe calling a dear friend in need
And just listening… while they talk.
Whatever it is… you do today
Place the importance… where it should be.
Like loving your brother… more than yourself
The way Jesus loves you and me.
Then the streaks you thought…so important
Will all be wiped away.
Just given one last wipe of the cloth
With one last… Windex spray.
By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem