Life, a retrospective reflection,
Like a rare, turn of the century stained glass window.
In due course, portions stained and sordid,
Lacking true meaning and purpose.
Yet just as the stained glass window,
Life comes alive with radiance and beauty.
A solitary event transpires and inspires,
Glimmering light from above shines through.
Suddenly and spiritually, raptures of beauty,
Myriad of stained portions, uniting in elegance.
A portrait to behold, a story to be told.
Such it is with the stained glass window.
And so it is with our life, as the light shines through,
A newborn redemption and grace,
Beauty to behold, a story to be told.
And so it is, with the stained glass window.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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