glass Poem, by Kinsey Peterson, at My poetic side

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.

David Wakeling February 29th, 2024 15:00
Now this is what I'm talkin' bout.Real poetry.Thoughtful and well written.Excellent.Literally one in a hundred
- Kinsey PetersonMarch 3rd, 2024 19:28
  thank you so much

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