Her colored panes of translucent shapes
interposed amid breathing, beating frames,
delicate, vibrant and transcendent,
imperiled,
she is a window
in the nave of creation’s cathedral,
stained in original innocence,
flashing the signs of our own demise,
or of our salvation,
calling to us like a siren,
she illumines the night in rays of splendor
that we may gaze upon the truth in Beauty,
and contemplate the beauty of Truth
in this and in all,
with eyes and hearts
as delicate and vibrant and transcendent
as she.
By Jason Weaver, 2021
With a special thanks and credit to my dear friend Shannon W. for the creative inspiration
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Thanks to all for reading, your observations are always welcome.

