Saturday, July 12, 2014

Ode to a Stained Glass Window


Ode to a Stained Glass Window


Bathed am I

drowned and cushioned

in your continual song.

Sing me a hymn that has lived as long as you

as oft and steady as your windows breath.

How much you must love the sun,

that you chant his rays.

Devoted acolyte of the moon,

you  bleed with her light.