Today, I Washed Windows

puddles in May 002(Based on a true story)

Today, I washed windows.
I scrubbed and I cleaned.
But the harder I tried
The messier it seemed.

I questioned and marveled
Why spots kept appearing
Why dirt didn’t move and
And the filth wasn’t clearing.

Then in my surprise
I looked down real close
I noticed the answer
At the end of my nose.

My glasses were smudged.
Making all efforts vain.
The windows were clean.
I was looking through stains.

I wonder how often
That happens to me
I’m polishing others
And forget to check me.


How can you say to your brother, β€˜Brother, let me take out the speck that is in your eye,’ when you yourself do not see the log that is in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the log out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to take out the speck that is in your brother’s eye. (Luke 6:42 ESV)

(Poetry and pictures by Heidi Viars, 2014)


  1. This is one of my all-time favourites of yours – maybe because I can relate to the glasses, and to the sting of the lesson your little experience contains! I am wondering how much polishing I have been doing, and how necessary it is for me to draw near and have God ‘Be Thou my vision’….


  2. Reblogged this on untitled press and commented:
    Another great poem and photography by Heidi.
    This poem reminds me of the time when I had repeatedly turned on the water-sprayer for my car’s front window as I was pulling out of my driveway. Only to realize that it wasn’t the window that was dirty, but that I had forgotten to put on my eye glasses! (Good thing they weren’t sitting on the top of my head too, hehe.)


  3. I loved this so much! Such a God we have that brings us messages all through out our day, whatever we are doing! This morning I kept rubbing my glasses to get them clean and taking them off, thinking they were the problem, when it was my eyes that were blurry instead! Must have some specks or planks in there! Help me Jesus! And thank you Heidi!


  4. This reminds me of an old Three Stooges skit in which the boys are trying to act like artists at an academy. One scene has another artist at work on his canvas, striving to correct some discoloration. He brushes and brushes, trying to change the color to what he wants. He leans into the job and sees results. “Ah!” He stands back to admire his progress. The discoloration reappears. More brush strokes. He leans in to study. “Ah!” Better. He stands back. Again, the discoloration appears. Back and forth with increasing frustration and anguish. Finally, he realizes that the discoloration is caused by direct sunlight hitting a spot on his canvas because of a hole in the curtain hanging on the window behind him. When he leaned in, he blocked the sunlight. When he stood back, the sun beam hit the canvas again.


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