If it was possible to clean a window without smudge or streak,
Then I may not have to go to Confession every other week,
Despite the great effort I may expend, the resulting luster
Does indeed deceive, one only needs to wait for night and fluster
Follows, as now what sparkled during the day, confounds with a clouded
Patchwork of a less than perfect pattern of dingy smirch, squalid,
But ten by ten times better than what it was before, translucent
Shapes and spaces to be filled with light and graces, the puissant
Clarity of the Redeemer who came to dispel the darkness
And illuminate my way with guiding faith, hope, love and sharpness.
Gary Edward Geraci