this windowsill: the reason behind the name

I realized that the title of this blog needs some explaning. I decided to name my blog "this windowsill" because of this poem I wrote a couple days ago. It's about a windowsill I scraped while serving at a building renovation downtown. God was wispering things to me about myself. Here it is!


             Scraping Paint

I scraped old paint off a windowsill today.
It was faded yellow, cacked, and dusty,
memories of kitchens and attics.
Its identity to those around it is defined by its paint,
it's concealer.

The sill stood defined.
A frame to reality, the future, the outside,
All seen through this yellow painted sill.
But now I scrape...

I scrape away the perception,
the paint no longer covers,
color and decoration no longer frame reality,
Yellow scabs heal to reveal rich brown wood.

I am this sill,
and out of context definition emerges.
For the purpose withstands,
To frame Reality, the World, the Future,
To present Hope and Healing,
to all the other windowsills...

Some sills are in their prime.
Painted pink and draped,
Some are smudged with dust long neglected,
Still others have paint already peeling off.

All are hidden, yet all are seen.
For they let us see the outside of where we are now,
No matter what color, how cracked, how scared,
All windowsills present a window to the same Light.

And so I scrape.
I scrape away until I reach the core,
the focus, the pure identity of this windowsill,
the wood of me.
I scraped old paint off a windowsill today,
and God scrape some paint off of me