Unexpected Illumination
Whenever day’s grown dark and grim
And life, obscured behind a scrim,
Surprisingly, the welcome light
Through colored windows seems less dim–
Though blue and red may look less bright
By day, and screen the moon by night,
What rays come through and lumens pass
These panes set inner bleakness right–
No sorrow ends its storms, alas,
Merely because the beams amass,
But something blest descends on him
Whose heart is lit by colored glass.
Art-Colored Glasses 
Beautiful:)
I’m so pleased you like it. 🙂
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Back atcha, or perhaps more liturgically correctly, ‘and also with you’! 😉
Oh I love stained glass windows, this was great..when our church burned down when we were kids mum brought home the melted stained glass windows, they were like music for light..
Ooh, what a lovely, lovely idea. Your mum was wise to do so, and you, to see that kind of beauty in the glass. 🙂