Her Colored Panes

Photo by JasonWeaver 2020

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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Betrothal

Foto by JasonWeaver 2021

Let me be your witness,
and you can be mine,
part the veils
of my existence,
unbridle my soul,

see me,
knelt before you,
I offer myself
whole.

Come, behold me,
and I’ll behold you,
reveal in me
the experience
of a life untold,

I see you,
laid before me,
my cup
overflows.

At the altar
to one another we betroth,
transform me
in magnificence
as your love unfolds,

and in union we shall be forever known.

By Jason Weaver, 2021

 

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