Stained Glass

Looking up from the widow I did see, The most beautiful markings there ever could be. A dove shone so brightly in the light The pattern of colours was so very right. Although the building was very old. Those stained glass windows were very bold. I thought how would you keep them so shiny and clean. For the greatest of beauty sure did beam. It must be a skill to make such a gift. For the joy it brought me, was such a lift. To turn my eyes yet only for a while, brought to me a shining smile. Take time to engage in what brings you hope. Ascent, a moment to help you cope. Lookup to see what is above. Reach for your heart for there is always love