Stained Glass
We see his quiet gentle face
Unchanging throughout time
Transfixed today in colored space
Depicted in his prime
And with a loving mournful gaze
From pensive eyes of white and blue
He gazes down on mankind’s maze
Through beautiful mosaicked hues
From the brilliance of the sun
That the polished sand reflects
Midst the prisms our pure one
Ne’er a little one rejects
From a constant fragile place
In our souls his rays do pass
From his red our sin erased
May our hearts be like stained glass
Trinity Church, Boston
3.5.18
Copyright © Mark Elam | Year Posted 2018
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