Stained Glass

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Stained Glass

 

Stained Glass

 

Stained with the colors

Of the world

Sharp edges pieced together

Like Soul Mates that fit -

Intertwined and curled

 

Patterns designed

by Human creativity

Perhaps inspired by a

Higher Power

And inflected with sensitivity

 

Is it God’s light both bright

And low that

Displays the magnificence

In the colorful glow?

 

Clear glass you say

Is all you need to see your way

But the colors in stained glass

Swirling and curling

Charm my day

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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