The Stained Glass Windows Poem by Mark Heathcote

The Stained Glass Windows



God has turpentine the walls
and brushed out the cobwebs
and wax-polished the floors
but He always resists cleaning-

the outside stained glass windows
that filled His heart with light
even under the darkest throws
of some evil godforsaken night.

Sunday, November 25, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: evil
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