Stained Glass

Stained Glass

Crushing, breaking, moments come

Shattering life into so many pieces

Changing it with its catastrophic pain

Coloring it with its unconscionable stain

Leaving us with fragments frayed

And washed in the fountain of our tears

And they no longer seem presentable or fit

Our fears and failures we have to admit

Or perhaps from the hand of another

We’ve been wounded and torn asunder

The pieces scarred and bloody still remain

Why oh why, is our constant refrain

We had hoped up front for a work of art

It’s how you finish and not your start

But life has shattered our dreams to bits

Hard to find beauty when nothing fits

Yet the pile of pieces has accumulated still

Heartaches and troubles come at will

But at the end we shall all say, Alas

My life is a beautiful work of stained glass