Stained Glass

Verve and color stream
Radiant
Light otherworldly

The River and The Sky

The hills were green
The wind was blowing

And the gray cloudy sky
Had poured its own image
Between the rich soil of the banks
And into the river

The river, so unremarkable
The sky, so infinite
Yet the river, somehow
Held the sky

Is this the way?

Is this how
The image of infinity
Comes to be reflected
In all of us?

His daughter wears a cross of gold
Above her heart, around her neck;
A present from her favorite aunt
That she received a few years back.

At night she reads and then she prays,
And settles down for loving rest;
His daughter, with her cross of gold
The grace he knows and loves the best.

Much there is that’s beautiful,
Far stretches time and space;
We strive with conscience dutiful
Infinity to face –

Yet what we cannot fathom
We hide behind a mask;
And do not know our limits
Because we never ask