through my stained glass window

through my stained glass window

through my stained glass window
i looked to the clouds
they were whispering my name
yet speaking aloud

through my stained glass window
i heard my soul
struggling to remember
it’s ways of old

through my stained glass window
i managed a smile
for someday soon
my inner child

through my stained glass window
will come to be
through my stained glass window
i’ll clearly see

through my stained glass window
i have all that i need
for life is the fruit
and i am the seed

through my stained glass window
i still yet can hear
that still small voice
whispering in my ear

through my stained glass window
life is still ordained
through my stained glass window
i am not restrained
through my stained glass window


© 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.