Sun sining through a stained glass window

When light burst forth that Sunday morning
it was not as the sun,
(constant, warming)
but splintered into a thousand shafts
of bright stained-glass spears
piercing the hearts of the wild
to bring them to rest,
and of the tame
to draw them up
into your wild, wonderful dance of life.

© Rev’d. Sr. Sandra Sears CSBC 30th April 2018

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