Stained Glass

This life with its nicks and scratches,
a puzzle to be reckoned with
as we cement the parts that link
without resistance and work to smooth
sharp edges that defy the fit.

Mosaic shards, lots of glue and grout
to hold it all together; sometimes less
is more. Occluded cracks and crazes
become a confessional,
God, it’s dark in here.

Sharp edges tear the flesh. We live and die
on stepping stones too far apart for mere
mortals,  but the effort  of the stretch
is soon forgotten when the sun
comes shining through.

7 thoughts on “Stained Glass

  1. BoardFlak

    What to do when life breaks our dreams? Make mosaics and stained-glass windows, the latter especially to keep the sun shining into our world. Excellent words Sarah.

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