Stained Glass


Looking through a
Of unshed tears

Is like watching the
Stained glass

You can see
But everything
Is not as it seems

The edges are softer
The colors are muted

Until the light shines
And everything

The ache that
Never leaves

The lump
In your throat

All become bearable
Because your
Light finds me

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2 Responses to Stained Glass

  1. FlutePlayer says:

    Majestic transparency.

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