Story: The Man Who Nearly Worshipped the Window
Verse 1
I came back to the colour
I came back to the sound
I came back to the body
and the feet upon the ground
I left a thousand stories
like coats beside the door
and the world grew bright and simple
in a way I’d missed before
Chorus
But don’t worship the window
don’t make a cage of the view
the world is more than what is passing
in this little frame called you
don’t worship the window
let it open, let it show
but the care that moves beyond it
is also life below
Verse 2
The street was full of weather
and a man was sitting there
with hunger in his jacket
and winter in his hair
I could call it only colour
I could call it passing form
but a body needed kindness
and a sandwich could be warm
Bridge
No self, no other
and still, here is bread
no fixed separate person
and still, someone’s fed
not doctrine, not duty
not virtue on display
just life attending life
in an ordinary way
Final Chorus
So don’t worship the window
don’t make a cage of the view
the world is more than what is passing
in this little frame called you
directness is a doorway
not the only thing that’s true
and care is also this
moving through
