Panes of glittering stained glass stains disfigured from the past ache of all the pains that last art of splinters deftly cast in the frame that holds it fast through the cracks the light gets in. Vast the colors of the shapes sliced and soldered into place the magnificence of a scene made of broken bits that gleam the way my life has often seemed yet through the cracks the light gets in. Gathering symptoms into song treading light or resting long every experience belongs seeming right or seeming wrong for from sheer weakness breeds the strong and through the cracks the light gets in. Dawn in sureness breaks the night as through the trauma and the blight stirs a shining figure bright shadows shrink and then take flight for in the cracks and in the light is the frail and glorious sight of a victor in each one restored to wholeness in the son gleaming in that stained glass scarred flesh and splinters flash rising ever from the ash. Faith Nostbakken © 31/07/2019