Poem: Stained Heart
Apr 30, 2024
Intricacies of stained glass windows and those of the heart.
Stained glass windows dye the gleaming sunlight.
Polychromatic hues paint my skin, and lighten my heart.
Which was once like translucent glass.
Without impurities, strain, injury.
It was then broken into a hundred pieces.
Molten in a fiery furnace.
Contaminated by virtue and vice, pain and pleasure, despair and delight.
Cut and blown, heated and cooled, molded and remolded, time after time.
But says the tainted sunlight
Do not despair.
It is imperfect and impure, stained and smeared, fragmented and fixed
Emanating character, passion, color.
Most intricately beautiful.
Like the gleaming sunlight, dyed through stained glass windows.
