ALL THAT GLASS Poetry Contest, Sponsor Nette Onclaud, 2026 June 08
Six square panes, so varied and solid, In painted arrays of quiet and light, Four windows per side, a glorious sight. Of eight casting shadows on wood-grain and rite. On Sunday, the benches hold twenty souls, With standing room only in pious rows, Embracing the flock as the morning wind blows. Across the green of the country lane, resting Beyond the pale borders of Protestant ground, The Catholic services welcome the weary At The Painted Church, the painted panes are found. Yet both of the steeples reach up to the blue. *In the 90’s, lava destroyed the Protestant Church that was later rebuilt in the main town. The Catholic Church, best known as The Painted Church, was lifted onto an 18-wheeler flatbed to a secluded spot, one mile from where the lava flow came to an end. Father Damien made it of historic significance.
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