A Reflection on Stained Glass

Made by another,
Everything in order,
Depending on an outside and an inside.

Giving glory to its maker,
Showing beauty through its nature,
Letting something else shine through its being.

In-built scenes of wonder,
Revealed to the beholder,
Relying on the glass embracing light.

Darkness does not serve her,
Yet night does not destroy her,
Dawn returns and once more she is vibrant.

All that is required,
Is the sun that fills and fires
And passes through until she is enlightened.

You and I
And she and Him,
We have so much in common.