Stained Glass Child

Stained glass child, I see your window every day A picture of innocence, purity being portrayed Can’t tell if happy, such an expressionless face As my black soul passes, this once sacred place Thy stature diminished, thy name is desecrate This window screams at me, you abandoned faith A symbol of times past, the masses came to pray Forsaken by doubt, and my religion went astray Lost without direction, I attempted another route Trees where stripped bare, of low hanging fruit Can anyone be sure, what dwells beyond demise Out of reach answers, high in the canopy reside So the stained glass window, gives nothing away No sadness, just indifference to a divergent sway Inscrutable indecipherable, a picture froze in glaze Enduring illustration, of our past ecclesiastic days Later life offered, more than reflection and prayer Leaving surreality, stumbled upon a hedonistic lair A craving for escapism, morphs to delusional need I descended into oblivion, an atheist in the weeds Now searching amongst theories, some I embrace Seeking out some creator, in the medium of space From quantum to infinite, amid macro micro waves Alas reality of life, may only be found down a grave Stained glass child, with the halo above your head Embedded in a window, framed with softened lead Watching you as my life, inexorability draws an end Have I missed the point, where you my only friend Soul Betrayal Poetry Contest