Stained Glass

Sitting in quiet contemplation on a Sunday in a church (not my own) and watching the sun stream through the window in front of me....

The light streamed prayer-like, across the scene

Sparkling, rainbow of colours cascading down

I, a mere mortal, gaze on as crowned

Is the glorious sight of the morn

 

Follow a path reaching out over the altar

Alights upon the head of an anointed one

Flickers for an instant, seemingly lingering

Then leaps up returning from whence it came

 

How could so elegant a movement shift a heart

Like molten lead, into the heavens

Just for a moment, before sending it

Crashing back to earth

 

Perhaps the answer lies in centuries past,

With one crafting servant, leaving a mark

An open window to the glorious Creator

Looking out from Heaven to seek us out