Close The Windows Poem by Garry Stanton

Close the windows


Someone once said
the eyes
are the windows
on the soul.

Look into mine.

What do you see
in the skull of a poor
atheist?

Is there anything there?

I have the iris, cornea,
retina et cetera. I have the bloodshot
whites of the wine lover. No temperance
here.
I have faith, all right.
It is a faith in my fellows,
faith in Right,
faith in doing good,
if I can.
How many evangelistic
Prime
Ministers,
or Presidents
can say that, hand on heart
?

Is my house empty?
It feels full of Good,
not Bad.
But I know hypocrisy,
soul-houses replete with
windows. I have
furniture in my
rooms. They have,
in reality.
rooms of bare floorboards
with splinters.
Be careful where you walk.