My Heart Is A Stained Glass Window

My heart is a stained glass window, fragile as a Rose in May refracting light from every angle, it holds life's leeway Suffused with fragments of love, I can be warm as night filled with a sense of awe, when you tilt me to the light, I feel just right My heart is a stained glass window, fragile as a Rose in May ! Fragmented beauty encased in bursting beams of afterglow if I follow only yesterdays, life can soon appear surreal Infused with an outside world that can often smite I choose to live inside my own reflective colors, Always, in the light ! Fragmented beauty encased in bursting beams of afterglow My heart is a monument to all that I have lived and known changing and bending with every curving path it has been overused and "Inter-diffused" many times like this mosaic piece of art I call "stained glass window " I am a, "Pièce de ré·sis·tance " ( a work of art) My heart is a monument to all that I have lived and known My heart is a stained glass window, fragile as a Rose in May When I pray with it, it remembers to give thanks, in every way. Written by: Mystic Rose on April 6, 2025