Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Glass, no stain


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.
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9 comments:

  1. brudbergSeptember 24, 2013 at 3:14 PM

    This piece leaves me with a serene feeling that works so well with your image... I fell like I'm sitting silent in that church...

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  2. Brian MillerSeptember 24, 2013 at 3:22 PM

    it does not have to be stained...even if it is...as long as the light gets in...we are all good...smiles.

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  3. MaureenSeptember 24, 2013 at 3:38 PM

    Let in the light but perhaps only enough to allow minds to focus appropriately.

    Witty title.

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  4. ruthSeptember 24, 2013 at 5:33 PM

    even without colour, lovely - image and words

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  5. PatriciaSeptember 24, 2013 at 11:40 PM

    Yes, even on a cloudy day... the light... no matter what.

    Haven't been here in a long time. Nice to visit again!

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  6. AnonymousSeptember 25, 2013 at 12:32 AM

    we see as through
    a glass unclear

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  7. Dorianna Ric (paintswithwords)September 25, 2013 at 12:17 PM

    even though clouds may appear or the glass is unclear, some light will always find its way through..lovely poem

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  8. AnonymousSeptember 25, 2013 at 5:58 PM

    Interesting freezing of the moment in a small space.>KB

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  9. AnonymousSeptember 25, 2013 at 5:58 PM

    Interesting freezing of the moment in a small space.>KB

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