Stained Glass

These blush roses that grow up the side of the church
And shed soft petals that litter the front steps.
This stained glass that caught the light
and danced rainbows on the pews.
This solemn silence,
Made me remember.
How I whispered a desperate prayer.
The stone walls echoed it back to me.
Shreds of hems and pieces of hearts,
Have found restoration in this chamber,
Have faced their demons,
These cold floors have met the knees of the burdened
These colored windows has flooded light
Unto the faces
Of ones like me
In this place
Where our shame was lifted

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