Windows

They towered over the sanctuary,

four massive stained glass windows

about twenty feet tall

capturing images of inspiration,

angels, doves, lilies and many other symbols

in vivid colors that grew brighter

when touched by sunlight,

each including a name

of some founder from the church’s origin.

 

You couldn’t walk down those aisles

without their panes touching your thoughts

as if the past remained alive

almost like they had eyes

from those long dead souls

who still stood watch

over the edifice of faith,

which they had built.

 

It gave each visit a sense of bond

with what had life in ages past,

exuding a feel of timelessness and permanence,

giving this chamber of worship

a feel as if you were entering

part of eternity.

 

Might have been just a building,

but for those hours spent in the pews

the history held on four leaded silicon sheets

always stirred the heart in their silent testimony.