STAINED GLASS
A colored glass
Shows my inner soul
Framed by wrought iron
Mimicked God’s mold.
Some days it is clear
With bright, piercing lights
Other days it is dark
With fog caused from fright.
I don’t have the answers
Although I am led in a way
Stepping out on a path
Hope I don’t want to stray.
I feel comfort in time
In my own little space
But I know I need more
And I don’t need to race.
It’s hard to change patterns
Makes me quiver inside
But today I will start
Looking deep and then wide.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
02/23/2016
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