There is a symbolism associated with windows — eyes are said to be windows to the soul; a brief window of time suggests an opportunity to be snatched.
Ordinary glass windows are important to me. We bought this house because of its windows. As soon as we walked in the front door we were captivated by all the light and the view of the surrounding woods. The living/dining room has five large windows; the family room has three plus double patio doors, and the breakfast nook has four. They bring light from outside into my daily life. It’s raining today but still the rooms are bright.
Despite all the windows, I often miss seeing the treasures beyond them. I almost missed the first periwinkles. They’re blooming early this spring. I know I missed the deer munching lily leaves in the front garden, the bear wandering across the back yard, and probably the raccoons playing hide and seek in the cedar trees, because I’m not looking out the windows. I’m engrossed in my reading, my writing, my (blech!) housework.
During this Holy Week we take time to consider him whose light has illuminated our lives, and yet was crucified because he was not seen for who he was and is.
Open my eyes, Lord, that I may see. [Psalm 119:18]