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.