I catch his eye
The stranger walking by
Hoping to glimpse
His soul
His outer look
Proclaims a type
An image like wrapping
But how often
The wrapping disguises
The essence of spirit
I look into his eyes
But he glances away
We’ve learned long ago
Not to let a stranger
Look into us for long
We’ve learned to guard
Hang curtains
Nail boards over our windows
The windows to our souls
I glance into her eyes
And she looks right in
Smiles appear on both of us
As souls say hello
Friendliness and interest
You’re a person
I see you
Those moments are worth
Searching for
For to see inside a person
Is to see uniqueness
Exquisite created wonder
The crown of creation.
Clara Berge 