as her momma began to preach
we were in the back, to avoid
distracting others, with her fidgeting;
but for a moment, she was focused
on the message in the glass
“That’s Jesus!” she exclaimed
for me to hear, smile and nod
yes, the panes of the stained glass
to my left were the story of Jesus,
His birth, Baptism, the Sermon on the Mount,
His prayer in the Garden of Gethsemane
She saw it clearly, even at five years old
in a moment of sharing, in the back of
the chapel this Sunday morning
June 24, 2007 13:44
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