Leftover Stained Glass

The path of the just shining

More and more unto the perfect day--

So honor flows like dawn.

Then wait for light,

For patterns kiss in windows

Blown from fire.

The lips of truth still

Speak unheard in colors

Glorious, surreal.

So craft meets beauty in the light

As colors dazzle dawn,

Dynamic as the Son.

A stained glass window--stained with what? A pattern forged in fire--unchanged. But as the light changes, the colors seem to move. So does glass transformed in fire reflect the soul of sun. Like truth itself, the timeless paradox of time waiting for the dawn. Three o-clock kisses Eden with eternal insight as Christ the Teacher speaks unchanging truth. With Christ the window to God and Himself the light of Truth, how fitting that He never changes but the way I see Him changes as new light shed upon my pew turns darkness to sight.