The window glass is not clear
but it is not colored, no stain
to reflect reds, yellows, blues.
The light filters through,
suffusing and bathing the interior
and this on a cloudy day.
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The poem was inspired by my attending a Sunday service at Westminster Chapel, London.
Photograph via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.