Leadlights
In the arch of a church window—
Silver stained with diamond panes—
The fractures piece together:
Paper thin, painted, and patterned
To illuminate the interior
With the intensely pale shade
Of transparency.
Dead-white and chalky,
The alabaster skin of glass—
With marble-like opalescence
And superficial iridescence—
Shimmers on the surface,
Reflecting its viewer's vision
With each ripple
Of the light's gleaming glare.
The bent, twisted marrow of steel,
The skeletal curve providing stability
To the etched imagery
Engraved in the glass
Frames the fragments,
Shapes the shards
In a patterned unison.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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