A stained-glass window, vibrantly singing
Light filtering the beauty
No matter the time of day;
Slinging it’s glass,
Full of joy,
Toward the sun’s screeching face,
Bringing the world into play.
At night’s call, measured and comfortable,
Cuddled with Peace under a crocheted blanket,
Watching the world,
The light, although fading, cannot be dimmed.