Stained Glass Window
All that was left were remnants
of shattered memories ~ emblazoned
in my mind,
as if it was all still there,
when Sunday salvation was
at peace with the sun
and sermons of love were
bled in glass...
now shards on the chapel floor,
and, like sand castles on the shore
were washed away in an angry tide
where waning life stained the sand
crimson red...
and lead was rained in bullets,
not to frame etherial light.
Sacrifice has an ambience of more
than just ~ pretty colors...
Written June 12, 26
for Nette's "All That Glass" contest
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