Colored Glass

Checking in

They wheel you in

Down the longest hallway

Curtains drawn

Your gown put on

Don’t know how to pray

Monitors

And wires

Reach out like fingers

Cooling rags

And fluid bags

The infection lingers

***

My faith holds by a thread

In the small chapel with the colored glass

Can You hear me cry to the heavens?

But the sky, You made it cold as brass

***

Walls of white

And softened light

Try to ease the fear

Survival rates

And demography

Can’t stop the tears

How or when?

And why so young?

No one can say

And yet I thought

As the doctor talked

That God, You’re to blame

***

My faith holds by a thread

In the small chapel with the colored glass

Can You hear me cry to the heavens?

But the sky, You made it cold as brass

***

Longing for

Some water

In this wilderness

Dry as bone

And dead as stone

Break this bitterness

Count the days

Since I lost my way

Down the longest hallway

God, here I am

In the shadowlands

Teach me how to pray

***

My faith grows in the stillness

In the small chapel with the colored glass

Your voice, it speaks in the quiet

Warm my heart; I made it cold as brass

***

Let the bones You’ve broken rejoice

Let the bones You’ve broken rejoice

I’ll praise You with all of my voice

Let the bones You’ve broken rejoice

7 thoughts on “Colored Glass

  1. Beautiful! I love poetry like this, when it’s expressing the heart and especially when there is a bit of a rhyme to it. When I was a teen, poetry was the only way I knew how to express the turmoil within. ❀

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