THE STAINED GLASS WINDOW
Nothing But shattered glass.
Never to be at one again
Piercing those that come too close
A multitude of many, consisting of color
Each one different,
Each one unique;
Each with his own selective rough edges.
A tinted pane halts one man's vision,
Yet allows another to see clearly
Though he may refuse.
Like the crystal clear glass
Makes it possible to see through the painful falsehood of man.
The inevitable being conquered,
The edges are slowly sanded away as they become