Sunlight flows through
the stained glass windows
throwing a beautiful mosaic
across the north wall of the church.
I think of an artist trying
to duplicate the look.
It is not permanent,
constantly changing as
the earth keeps turning.
Soon the colors are on
the crucifix lighting it up
making it look almost joyous.
As nature will have it
a cloud blocks the sunlight
and the mosaic disappears
for a while. It comes back
a little more to the right
and is soon gone as
the sun no longer
reaches the window.
The mosaic spoke
and will speak again:
“Behold the majesty about
you and know Who I am.
This is My work and it is nothing
compared to what I could do.”
It is quiet and I think.
I am alone and there
is no street noise.
I am not bewildered, but in awe.
I think of the artistry and try to
remember the shapes and colors.
They do not come to mind so
I resolve to come back soon,
with or without sunshine,
because I like the feeling
of quiet communication,
along with the color.
Stanski
October 27, 2020 ^
Steve Haarman 