Kinsey Peterson

glass

I\'ve never much cared for organized religion,

but somewhere in the sheets of stained glass

I saw God in the shape of sunlight.

And I realized He isn\'t permanent,

but neither are we.

So show me a permanent state of self,

and I\'ll take you to the edge of Heaven on a rainy day.

But, until then I\'ll stare

at the halos around streetlamps and headlights

that whispers the name of my Savior

with the same quiet insignificance

as unending change.