Lawrence S. Pertillar
Through The Panes Of Stained Glass - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
With reality as clear,
As seeing through gleaming clean glass...
Why is it that 'stained' windows installed,
Appear to be assorted with various colors?
And those colors shine on hypocrites stalled,
Deliberately in prayer to be freed of deceit.
The kind that feeds a greed,
For more selfish needing.
And why can't those fed selfish deeds,
Not see truth?
A truth pursued but not received,
Upon delivery from that One which creates...
To have its 'reason' falsified.
'No one can see through the panes of stained glass! '
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