The Vestry of Light

The stained windows to the Soul
Gaze upon the sun,
Casting kaleidoscopic images,

Coloring the conversation…

Intimate.

The shadows are too quick to pass judgement
As lies disguised as truths fail to soften the blow.

Woe is the broken heart,
Might it find life and love
Through the passages of time…

In a rhythm yet to be written.