Love

A stained-glass window, vibrantly singing

Light filtering the beauty

No matter the time of day;

Slinging it’s glass,

Full of joy,

Toward the sun’s screeching face,

Bringing the world into play.

At night’s call, measured and comfortable,

Cuddled with Peace under a crocheted blanket,

Watching the world,

The light, although fading, cannot be dimmed.