Ode to a Stained Glass Window

Thy truth, in time, will come to light,

Like patterns kissed with dawn.

Oh, wait, thou window of the soul,

Behold the sufferer's sun!

In crucibles of love, thy panes

With colors new imbued

Shall scintillate with courage

And sparkle forth in truth.

Oh, rest in darkness for awhile,

Thy glass stained black for death--

A conqueror's fire shall soon burst forth

And crown thy shame in health.

For Time a third dimension brings

When colors change with light--

Unchanging truth meets heaven's gaze

With iridescent sight.

--CJW--