A stain glass window
fell to the floor
It's beauty was shattered,
it breathed no more.
Colored fragments
of one brilliant design
Scattered and broken,
shattered by time.
They lay there helpless,
scarred and alone
The sharing has ended,
it broke with a stone.

A rock somehow hurting,
inflicted the pain
Ripping like darkness,
falling like rain.
It ripped through the splendor
of this rainbow in glass
Delicate and fragile,
the pane could not last.
And so now, this poem
reflecting God's light
Now lies un rhyming
and dark as the night.

But, how can it's beauty
be forgot
The light and the wonder
it cast and it caught,
Buried in sorrow
that it should break
I stare o'er these pieces
and my heart aches,
I glance o'er these pieces
once hold as one
And only God knows
where that stone came from!

September 18, 1969

by Lady LaMythica

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