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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9 comments:
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...
it does not have to be stained...even if it is...as long as the light gets in...we are all good...smiles.
Let in the light but perhaps only enough to allow minds to focus appropriately.
Witty title.
even without colour, lovely - image and words
Yes, even on a cloudy day... the light... no matter what.
Haven't been here in a long time. Nice to visit again!
we see as through
a glass unclear
even though clouds may appear or the glass is unclear, some light will always find its way through..lovely poem
Interesting freezing of the moment in a small space.>KB
Interesting freezing of the moment in a small space.>KB
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