Stained Glass Tears
Do you not see the warm stained glass tears upon my beckoning face?
Their colours bleed; you cross and then three Hail Mary’s full of grace.
Do you not hear my voice as it calls out in whispers to your heart?
Has this icon so seared your mind that you have enslaved your soul to the dark?
I AM still HE; I always was and will always be.
So why do you disregard the stained glass tears upon my cheek?
J. Allen Wilson © 2/2008
icons are beautiful, but only when lit up from within; the light has to come from within. ..
jsut as people---we too are beautiful but when lit up from within. ...perhaps a sainted slant on stained? just rearrange a letter or two????
when i grow up i want to be a saint
already i am stained, and want to see the reality of Christ- - not just the imagetic beauty, but the raw real of Him. ..
i think you made me ramble....
i apologize
ness
Love and blessings,
Susan