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




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