Stained Glass

After one year’s rest

in a solitary chapel

tucked far away in

Bohemian countryside—

I find all light glows

through stained glass windows,

illuminating swelling

behind quieted walls

for what has been

laid to rest, lives on

in a shrine where sun shines

through broken, tinted shards,

a silent chorale resonates

within

•

At what point

does one find strength

in self repentance,

look beyond self-inflicted

chapel walls and their cruel

stained glass memory vaults;

their echoes of long forgotten songs,

•

At what point

does one find faith

in the clear sanctity

of a new daybreak?

and make a covenant

to live the light and noise

outside oneself