E-zine 1
May 2005

Soul Foraging:
Searching for self

The Stained Glass Window

At first it looked just to be
A sad old house beside the sea
I walked across the pure silk sand
Into a monument to God and man
A wall of glass in every hue
Took breath from me
As it suddenly came into view
The colored glass—the leaded lines
Memories etched in some other time
The glass received the sun
As it had always done
Then the pigments forgot their age
As a kaleidoscope of colors
Burst forth from that gilded cage
Peach-faced doves weaved ribbons of gold
‘round colors so vivid, pristine yet old
The sun played upon each color in time
To some unseen music long left behind
Angels suspended in powder blue skies
A man on a cross with sad, suffering eyes
The symmetry—the grace
So engraved on this place
Made leaving so hard and staying misplaced
I had given less to this place than it had given to me
I left with a joy, a lightness of being free
And the Stained Glass Window
Returned to reflecting the sea

"Glass Objects" Digital art by Ivan D. Young