Stained Glass Soul © Poem by Roann Mendriq

The Chapel seemed bereft and small,
The congregation slowly dispersed;
Wooden letters on the wall;
simply written, said: "I thirst"

I picked myself up from my knees,
my stumbling legs began to falter;
When suddenly, I felt a breeze,
and saw a blazing light shine on the altar.

It splashed right through the rose stained glass,
joyous beams of gold pink bright;
It brought to life my morning Mass,
and healed my heart, now calm, contrite.

The light kept spreading, filled my soul,
It lifted me and made me whole.